Falsehood 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 ColeridgeWorks of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeO it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge