The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeNo man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeToo soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart--the moral nature--was the beginning and the end, and that truth, knowledge, and insight were comprehended in its expansion.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeTo carry feelings of childhood into the powers of adulthood, to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances which every day for years has rendered familiar, this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish it from talent.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge