O 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 ColeridgeSwiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeSome persons have contended that mathematics ought to be taught by making the illustrations obvious to the senses. Nothing can be more absurd or injurious: it ought to be our never-ceasing effort to make people think, not feel.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeFacts are not truths; they are not conclusions; they are not even premises, but in the nature and parts of premises.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge