Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills. We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeFalsehood is fire in stubble; it likewise turns all the light stuff around it into its own substance for a moment, one crackling blazing moment, and then dies; and all its converts are scattered in the wind, without place or evidence of their existence, as viewless as the wind which scatters them.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgePoor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeLaw grows, and though the principles of law remain unchanged, yet (and it is one of the advantages of the common law) their application is to be changed with the changing circumstances of the times. Some persons may call this retrogression, I call it progression of human opinion.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge