Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes
An English poet, critic and philosopher.
(1772 - 1834)
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A bitter and perplexed, "What shall I do?" is worse to man than worse necessity.
[Doubt]
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A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.
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A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.
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A man's as old as he's feeling. A woman as old as she looks.
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A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.
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A maxim is a conclusion from observation of matters of fact, and is merely speculative; a principle carries knowledge within itself, and is prospective.
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A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
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A picture is an intermediate something between a thought and a thing.
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A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket: let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection; and trust more to your imagination than to your memory.
[Nature]
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A rogue is a roundabout fool.
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A woman in a single state may be happy, or may be miserable, but most happy, and most miserable, these are epithets applicable only to the wife.
[Wife]
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Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into, the mind.
[Advice]
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Alas! they had been friends in youth; but whispering tongues can poison truth.
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All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.
[Sympathy]
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All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed His sacred flame.
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An ear for music is very different from a taste for music. I have no ear whatever; I could not sing an air to save my life; but I have the intensest delight in music, and can detect good from bad.
[Music]
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An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol.
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And though thou notest from thy safe recess old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air love them for what they are; nor love them less, because to thee they are not what they were.
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As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of man, so forethought without reflection is but a phrase for the instinct of the beast.
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