Memorable Quotes and quotations from Samuel Taylor ColeridgeSamuel Taylor Coleridge English critic & poet (1772 - 1834)Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - There is no such thing as a worthless book though there are some far worse than worthless; no book that is not worth preserving, if its existence may be tolerated; as there may be some men whom it may be proper to hang, but none should be suffered to starve. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into, the mind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - The most happy marriage I can imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - No Voice; but oh! the silence sank like music on my heart. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - If you would stand well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of yourself; if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable impression of himself. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - The Forbes Book of Business Quotations - Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - As it must not, so genius cannot be lawless; for it is even that constitutes its genius-- the power of acting creatively under laws of its own origination. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - Talent, lying in the understanding, is often inherited; genius, being the action of reason or imagination, rarely or never. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole, its body brevity, and wit its soul. Samuel Taylor Coleridge - - What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? |
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