Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeA noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThat willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGreatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge