Quotes from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young!

Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.

In wonder all philosophy began, in wonder it ends, and admiration fill up the interspace; but the first wonder is the offspring of ignorance, the last is the parent of adoration.

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

Poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood.

Not the poem which we have read , but that to which we return , with the greatest pleasure, possesses the genuine power, and claims the name of essential poetry .

Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.

An undevout poet is an impossibility.

I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry that is prose - words in their best order poetry - the best words in their best order.

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in failure.

Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.

Men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people, because they have a power of looking at such persons as objects of amusement of another race altogether.

The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

I feel as if God had, by giving the Sabbath, given fifty-two springs in every year.

God is everywhere! the God who framed Mankind to be one, mighty family, Himself our Father, and the world our home.

God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, you piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!

Clergymen who publish pious frauds in the interest of the church are the orthodox liars of God.

How did the atheist get his idea of that God whom he denies?

To leave no interval between the sentence and the fulfillment of it doth beseem God only, the Immutable!

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist