Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834)
Contributed by: Zaady
As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Source: The Ancient Mariner. Part ii.
You do not believe, you only believe that you believe.
Why are not more gems from our great authors scattered over the country . . . .Let every bookworm, when in any fragrant, scarce, old tome he discovers a sentence, a story, an illustration, that does his heart good, hasten to give it.
Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, forms our true honor.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Source: Kubla Khan
Common sense, in an uncommon degree, is what the world calls wisdom.
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Source: The Ancient Mariner. Part iii.
The light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern which shines only on the waves behind us.
Carv'd with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain.
Source: Christabel. Part i.
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