Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.

Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel.

The Jews would not willingly tread upon the smallest piece of paper in their way, but took it up; for possibly, they say, the name of God may be on it. Though there was a little superstition in this, yet truly there is nothing but good religion in it, if we apply it to men. Trample not on any; there may be some work of grace there, that thou knowest not of. The name of God may be written upon that soul thou treadest on; it may be a soul that Christ thought so much of, as to give His precious blood for it; therefore despise it not.

If you would be well with a great mind, leave him with a favorable impression of you; if with a little mind, leave him with a favorable opinion of himself.

The doing evil to avoid an evil cannot be good.

We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.

For she belike hath drunken deep/Of all the blessedness of sleep.

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.

And the spring comes slowly up this way.

The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.