How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call slang, which not a few of our writers seem to have affected.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThat agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIf a man is not rising upward to be an angel, depend on it, he is sinking downward to be a devil.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge