The curiosity of an honorable mind willingly rests there, where the love of truth does not urge it farther onward, and the love of its neighbor bids it stop; in other words, it willingly stops at the point where the interests of truth do not beckon it onward, and charity cries, Halt!
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeHow well he fell asleepl Like some proud river, widening toward the sea; Calmly and grandly, silently and deep, Life joined eternity.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeA woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable; but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging to a wife.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeJoy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge