An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I ago’s soliloquy–the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity–how awful it is! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Metaphysics,–the science which determines what can and what cannot be known — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
One thought includes all thought, in the sense that a grain of sand includes the universe. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where virtue is, sensibility is the ornament and becoming attire of virtue. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge
‘Tis a month before the month of May, And the spring comes slowly up this way. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge