661 Quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Deep thinking is attainable only by a man of deep feeling, and all truth is a species of revelation.

But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me any my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.

A spring of love gush’d from my heart, And I bless’d them unaware.

Advice is like snow – the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.

Blest hour! It was a luxury – to be!

It is a flat’ning Thought, that the more we have seen, the less we have to say.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.

Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth Of all sweet sounds the life and element!