Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes

Language is the armoury of the human mind and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole Its body brevity and wit its soul.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The wise only possess ideas the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
No man does anything from a single motive.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry that is prose - words in their best order poetry - the best words in their best order.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Fear gives sudden instincts of skill.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing did certain persons die before they sing.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry that is prose - words in their best order poetry - the best words in their best order.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Fear gives sudden instincts of skill.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing did certain persons die before they sing.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
So lonely 'twas that God himself scarce seemed there to be.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What is an epigram? A dwarfish whole its body brevity and wit its soul.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile a kind look a heartfelt compliment and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As long as there are readers to be delighted with calumny there will be found reviewers to calumniate.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Facts are not truths they are not conclusions they are not even premisses but in the nature and parts of premisses.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Only the wise possess ideas the greater part of mankind are possessed by them.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What comes from the heart goes to the heart.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions-the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile a kind look a heart-felt compliment and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sympathy constitutes friendship but in love there is a sort of antipathy or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other and both together make up one whole.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What begins in fear usually ends in folly.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship which illumine only the track it has passed.
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
Praises of the unworthy are felt by ardent minds as robberies of the deserving.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legsUpon the slimy sea.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He was, as every truly great poet has ever been, a good man; but finding it impossible to realize his own aspirations, either in religion or politics, or society, he gave up his heart to the living spirit and light within him, and avenged himself on the world by enriching it with this record of his own transcendental ideal.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In poems, equally as in philosophic disquisitions, genius produces the strongest impressions of novelty while it rescues the most admitted truths from the impotence caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honor.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
There are four kinds of readers. The first is like the hourglass; and their reading being as the sand, it runs in and runs out, and leaves not a vestige behind. A second is like the sponge, which imbibes everything, and returns it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtier. A third is like a jelly bag, allowing all that is pure to pass away, and retaining only the refuse and dregs. And the fourth is like the slaves in the diamond mines of Golconda, who, casting aside all that is worthless, retain only pure gems.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Men, I still think, ought to be weighed, not counted. Their worth ought to be the final estimate of their value.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast.- (1772-1834)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A man’s desire is for the woman, but the woman’s desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke - Aye! and what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The act of praying is the very highest energy of which the human mind is capable; praying, that is, with the total concentration of the faculties. The great mass of worldly men and of learned men are absolutely incapable of prayer.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet or relief,In word, or sigh, or tear.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The reader should be carried forward, not merely or chiefly by the mechanical impulse of curiosity, or by a restless desire to arrive at the final solution; but by the pleasurable activity of mind excited by the attractions of the journey itself.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
On Pilgrim's Progress: “I could not have believed beforehand that Calvinism could be painted in such exquisitely delightful colors.
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 there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awake, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;It is the reflex of our earthly frame,That takes its meaning from the nobler part,And but translates the language of the heart.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The one red leaf, the last of its clan,That dances as often as dance it can,Hanging so light, and hanging so high,On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Every other science presupposes intelligence as already existing and complete: the philosopher contemplates it in its growth, and as it were represents its history to the mind from its birth to its maturity.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Readers may be divided into four classes: I. Sponges, who absorb all they read, and return it nearly in the same state, only a little dirtied. II. Sand-glasses, who retain nothing, and are content to get through a book for the sake of getting through the time. III. Strain-bags, who retain merely the dregs of what they read. IV. Mogul diamonds, equally rare and valuable, who profit by what they read, and enable others to profit by it also.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
IIA grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,      A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,      Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,          In word, or sigh, or tear — O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood,To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd,      All this long eve, so balmy and serene,Have I been gazing on the western sky,      And its peculiar tint of yellow green:And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye!And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars,That give away their motion to the stars;Those stars, that glide behind them or between,Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen:Yon crescent Moon as fixed as if it grewIn its own cloudless, starless lake of blue;I see them all so excellently fair,I see, not feel how beautiful they are!III          My genial spirits fail;          And what can these availTo lift the smothering weight from off my breast?          It were a vain endeavour,          Though I should gaze for everOn that green light that lingers in the west:I may not hope from outward forms to winThe passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream! I turn from you, and listen to the wind.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim,and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars.But thou, my babe! Shalt wander like a breezeBy lakes and sandy shores, beneath the cragsOf ancient mountains, and beneath the clouds,Which image in their bulk both lakes and shoresAnd mountain crags: so shall thou see and hearThe lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy GodUtters, who from eternity doth teachHimself in all, and al things in himselfGreat universal teacher! He shall moldThy spirit and by giving , make it ask.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
He who is best prepared can best serve his moment of inspiration.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me: A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still! Desire with loathing strangely mixed On wild or hateful objects fixed. Fantastic passions! maddening brawl! And shame and terror over all! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused I could not know Whether I suffered, or I did: For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, My own or others still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Then all the charm Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, And each mis-shape the other.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge