To sentence a man of true genius, to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeI have found words [in the Bible] for my inmost thoughts, songs for my joy, utterances for my hidden griefs, and pleadings for my shame and my feebleness.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeA grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge