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 ColeridgeAs a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeFriends should be weighed, not told; who boasts to have won a multitude of friends has never had one.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge