Nature never deserts the wise and pure; no plot so narrow, be but nature there; no waste so vacant, but may well employ each faculty of sense, and keep the heart awake to love and beauty.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe words in prose ought to express the intended meaning, and no more; if they attract attention to themselves, it is, in general, a fault.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeHeart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeA Falsehood is, in one sense, a dead thing; but too often it moves about, galvanized by self-will, and pushes the living out of their seats.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeI never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeIn the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing. With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge