The blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet Forget-me-not. Samuel Taylor Coleridge More Quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge More Quotes From Samuel Taylor Coleridge And in today already walks tomorrow. Samuel Taylor Coleridge futureappreciationteacher Nature has her proper interest; and he will know Samuel Taylor Coleridge inspirationallifebelieve The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father. Samuel Taylor Coleridge mothers-dayfamilyfather My eyes make pictures when they are shut. Samuel Taylor Coleridge seeingvisioneye 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. Samuel Taylor Coleridge racemenpeople Poetry: the best words in the best order. Samuel Taylor Coleridge prose-poetryvocabularywriting He who begins by loving Christianity more than Truth, will proceed by loving his sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all. Samuel Taylor Coleridge angerchurchhumility When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad. Samuel Taylor Coleridge madnessmistakemen Friendship is a sheltering tree. Samuel Taylor Coleridge real-friendstreefriendship No mind is thoroughly well organized that is deficient in a sense of humor. Samuel Taylor Coleridge humormindretirement What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if,when you awoke,you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? Samuel Taylor Coleridge dreambeautifullove Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process. Samuel Taylor Coleridge good-christianfaithphilosophy Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. For what is enthusiasm but the oblivion and swallowing-up of self in an object dearer than self? Samuel Taylor Coleridge swallowingselfenthusiasm Poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood. Samuel Taylor Coleridge not-perfectpleasuregiving Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants. Samuel Taylor Coleridge soundanimalmen That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith. Samuel Taylor Coleridge poeticstatisticsmoments 'Tis a month before the month of May, Samuel Taylor Coleridge mayspringway It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers. Samuel Taylor Coleridge wovenstarsflower Oh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world within them! Samuel Taylor Coleridge attentionmenworld What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole, its body brevity, and wit its soul. Samuel Taylor Coleridge soulbeerbook
