Quotes from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Why aren't more gems from our great authors scattered over the country? Great books aren't within everybody's reach.

I may not hope from outward forms to win / The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

All powerful souls have kindred with each other

And in today already walks tomorrow.

Prose: words in their best order; poetry: the best words in the best order.

The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.

Good and bad men are each less so than they seem.

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke - Aye! and what then?

He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.

Let every book-worm, when in any fragrant, scarce old tome, he discovers a sentence, a story, an illustration, that does his heart good, hasten to give it the widest circulation that newspapers and magazines, penny and halfpenny, can afford.

A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions,—the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasant thought and feeling.

Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

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

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

To see him act is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning.

To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.

Alas; they had been friends in youth but whispering tongues can poison truth

In nature there is nothing melancholy

Everyone should have two or three hives of bees. Bees are easier to keep than a dog or a cat. They are more interesting than gerbils.