So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeUntil you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeNature 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 Coleridge