661 Quotes by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What a scream of agony by torture lengthened out that lute sent forth!

O lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.

An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol.

I ago's soliloquy--the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity--how awful it is!

Poetry gives most pleasure when only generally and not perfectly understood.

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

All nature seems at work.

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