Quotes
Quotes - Coleridge
A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
Marriage is an adventure, like going to war.
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.
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.
The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying. [Lat., Mater ait natae die natae filia natum Ut moneat natae plangere filiolam.]
Iago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity--how awful it is!
Ah! replied my gentle fair, Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou, whatever suits the line: Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only, call me thine.
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
"Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy.
'Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music!
Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe.
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column: In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in their best order.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Pray to be perfect, though material leaven Forbid the spirit so on earth to be; But if for any wish thou darest not pray, Then pray to God to cast that wish away.
He prayeth best who loveth best All things, both great and small.
He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.
The saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess which will itself need reforming.
