My eyes make pictures when they are shut.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834)
Source: A Day–Dream.
Contributed by: Zaady
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
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.
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
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