How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn Shakespeare one sentence begets the next naturally; the meaning is all inwoven. He goes on kindling like a meteor through the dark atmosphere.
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 Coleridge