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Centres, Or Centre-pieces Of Wood, Are Put By Builders Under An Arch Of Stone While It Is In The Process Of Construction Till The Keystone Is Put In. Just Such Is The Use Satan Makes Of Pleasures To Construct Evil Habits Upon; The Pleasure Lasts Till The Habit Is Fully Formed; But That Done The Habit May Stand Eternal. The Pleasures Are Sent For Firewood, And The Hell Begins In This Life.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Centres, Or Centre-pieces Of Wood, Are Put By Builders Under An Arch Of Stone While It Is In The Process Of Construction Till The Keystone Is Put In. Just Such Is The Use Satan Makes Of Pleasures To Construct Evil Habits Upon; The Pleasure Lasts Till The Habit Is Fully Formed; But That Done The Habit May Stand Eternal. The Pleasures Are Sent For Firewood, And The Hell Begins In This Life.

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The Water-lily, In The Midst Of Waters, Opens Its Leaves And Expands Its Petals, At The First Pattering Of The Shower, And Rejoices In The Rain-drops With A Quicker Sympathy Than The Packed Shrubs In The Sandy Desert.

Motives By Excess Reverse Their Very Nature And Instead Of Exciting, Stun And Stupefy The Mind.

It Is A Gentle And Affectionate Thought, That In Immeasurable Height Above Us, At Our First Birth, The Wreath Of Love Was Woven With Sparkling Stars For Flowers.

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You See How This House Of Commons Has Begun To Verify All The Ill Prophecies That Were Made Of It - Low, Vulgar, Meddling With Everything, Assuming Universal Competency, And Flattering Every Base Passion - And Sneering At Everything Noble Refined And Truly National. The Direct Tyranny Will Come On By And By, After It Shall Have Gratified The Multitude With The Spoil And Ruin Of The Old Institutions Of The Land.

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Summer Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

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He Prayeth Best, Who Loveth Best All Things Both Great And Small; For The Dear God Who Loveth Us, He Made And Loveth All.

The Form Of Truth Will Bear Exposure, As Well As That Of Beauty Herself.

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An Undevout Poet Is An Impossibility.

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Now Art, Used Collectively For Painting, Sculpture, Architecture And Music, Is The Mediatress Between, And Reconciler Of, Nature And Man. It Is, Therefore, The Power Of Humanizing Nature, Of Infusing The Thoughts And Passions Of Man Into Everything Which Is The Object Of His Contemplation.

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How Did The Atheist Get His Idea Of That God Whom He Denies?

A Rogue Is A Roundabout Fool.

Within Today, Tomorrow Is Already Walking.

Fear Gives Sudden Instincts Of Skill.

Not One Man In A Thousand Has Either Strength Of Mind Or Goodness Of Heart To Be An Atheist. I Repeat It. Not One Man In A Thousand Has Either Strength Of Mind Or Goodness Of Heart To Be An Atheist.

A People Are Free In Proportion As They Form Their Own Opinions.

A Stately Pleasure-dome Decree.

Advice Is Like Snow - The Softer It Falls, The Longer It Dwells Upon, And The Deeper In Sinks Into The Mind.

Fellows Of Colleges In The Universities Are In One Sense The Recipients Of Alms, Because They Receive Funds Which Originally Were Of An Eleemosynary Character.

Our Quaint Metaphysical Opinions, In An Hour Of Anguish, Are Like Playthings By The Bedside Of A Child Deathly Sick.

Swans Sing Before They Die - 'twere No Bad Thing Should Certain Persons Die Before They Sing.

Indignation At Literary Wrongs I Leave To Men Born Under Happier Stars. I Cannot Afford It.

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I Have Seen Great Intolerance Shown In Support Of Tolerance.

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No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher. For Poetry Is The Blossom And The Fragrance Of All Human Knowledge, Human Thoughts, Human Passions, Emotions, Language.

Poor Little Foal Of An Oppressed Race! I Love The Languid Patience Of Thy Face.

Some Men Are Like Musical Glasses; To Produce Their Finest Tones You Must Keep Them Wet.

The Beautiful Arises From The Perceived Harmony Of An Object, Whether Sight Or Sound, With The Inborn And Constitutive Rules Of The Judgment And Imagination: And It Is Always Intuitive.

As Long As We Have To Administer The Law We Must Do So According To The Law As It Is. We Are Not Here To Make The Law.

Her Skin Was White As Leprosy.

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Nor Dim Nor Red, Like God's Own Head, The Glorious Sun Uprist

Trochee Trips From Long To Short; From Long To Long In Solemn Sort Slow Spondee Stalks.

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Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel-dark Misgiving, An Ominous Sinking At The Inmost Heart.

Experience Informs Us That The First Defence Of Weak Minds Is To Recriminate.

Like One, That On A Lonesome Road Doth Walk In Fear And Dread, And Having Once Turned Round Walks On, And Turns No More His Head; Because He Knows, A Frightful Fiend Doth Close Behind Him Tread.

As Long As There Are Readers To Be Delighted With Calumny, There Will Be Found Reviewers To Calumniate.

Sublimity Is Hebrew By Birth.

For Mother's Sake The Child Was Dear, And Dearer Was The Mother For The Child.

It Is A Flat'ning Thought, That The More We Have Seen, The Less We Have To Say.

This World Has Angels All Too Few, And Heaven Is Overflowing.

Good And Bad Men Are Each Less So Than They Seem.

Mr. Mum's Rudesheimer And The Church Of St. Geryon Are The Two Things Alone That Deserve To Be Known In The Body-and-soul-stinking Town Of Cologne.

Intense Study Of The Bible Will Keep Any Writer From Being Vulgar, In Point Of Style.

But Oh! Each Visitation Suspends What Nature Gave Me Any My Birth, My Shaping Spirit Of Imagination.

The Artist Must Imitate That Which Is Within The Thing, That Which Is Active Through Form And Figure, And Discourses To Us By Symbols.

For I Often Please Myself With The Fancy, Now That I May Have Saved From Oblivion The Only Striking Passage In A Whole Volume, And Now That I May Have Attracted Notice To A Writer Undeservedly Forgotten.

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.

I Shall Attack Chemistry, Like A Shark.

Why Aren't More Gems From Our Great Authors Scattered Over The Country? Great Books Aren't Within Everybody's Reach.

The More Sparingly We Make Use Of Nonsense, The Better.

A Woman In A Single State May Be Happy And May Be Miserable; But Most Happy, Most Miserable, These Are Epithets Belonging To A Wife.

How Well He Fell Asleepl Like Some Proud River, Widening Toward The Sea; Calmly And Grandly, Silently And Deep, Life Joined Eternity.

Women Have Their Heads In Their Hearts. Man Seems To Have Been Destined For A Superior Being; As Things Are, I Think Women Generally Better Creatures Than Men. They Have Weaker Appetites And Weaker Intellects But Much Stronger Affections. A Man With A Bad Heart Has Been Sometimes Saved By A Strong Head; But A Corrupt Woman Is Lost Forever.

If A Man Could Pass Through Paradise In A Dream, And Have A Flower Presented To Him As A Pledge That His Soul Had Really Been There, And If He Found That Flower In His Hand When He Awake - Aye, What Then?

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Seldom Can Philosophic Genius Be More Usefully Employed Than In Thus Rescuing Admitted Truths From The Neglect Caused By The Very Circumstance Of Their Universal Admission.

Courage Multiplies The Chances Of Success By Sometimes Making Opportunities, And Always Availing Itself Of Them; And In This Sense Fortune May Be Said To Favor Fools By Those Who, However Prudent In Their Opinion, Are Deficient In Valor And Enterprise.

And To Be Wroth With One We Love…doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

The Necessity For External Government To Man Is In An Inverse Ratio To The Vigor Of His Self-government. Where The Last Is Most Complete, The First Is Least Wanted. Hence, The More Virtue The More Liberty.

I Attended [sir Humphry] Davy's Lectures To Renew My Stock Of Metaphors.

What Is An Epigram? A Dwarfish Whole, Its Body Brevity, And Wit Its Soul.

Where True Love Burns Desire Is Love's Pure Flame; It Is The Reflex Of Our Earthly Frame, That Takes Its Meaning From The Nobler Part, And But Translates The Language Of The Heart.

Pity Is Best Taught By Fellowship In Woe.

A Poet Ought Not To Pick Nature's Pocket. Let Him Borrow, And So Borrow As To Repay By The Very Act Of Borrowing. Examine Nature Accurately, But Write From Recollection, And Trust More To The Imagination Than The Memory.

The Book Of Job Is Pure Arab Poetry Of The Highest And Most Antique Cast.

To All New Truths, Or Renovation Of Old Truths, It Must Be As In The Ark Between The Destroyed And The About-to-be Renovated World. The Raven Must Be Sent Out Before The Dove, And Ominous Controversy Must Precede Peace And The Olive Wreath.

If You Are Not A Thinking Man, To What Purpose Are You A Man At All?.

The Form Is Mechanic When On Any Given Material We Impress A Predetermined Form. The Organic Form, On The Other Hand, Is Innate, It Shapes As It Develops Itself From Within.

Joy Is The Sweet Voice, Joy The Luminous Cloud. We In Ourselves Rejoice! And Thence Flows All That Charms Or Ear Or Sight, All Melodies The Echoes Of That Voice, All Colours A Suffusion From That Light.

Facts Are Not Truths; They Are Not Conclusions; They Are Not Even Premises, But In The Nature And Parts Of Premises.

A Gothic Church Is A Petrified Religion.

Genius Is The Power Of Carrying The Feelings Of Childhood Into The Powers Of Manhood.

Exclusively Of The Abstract Sciences, The Largest And Worthiest Portion Of Our Knowledge Consists Of Aphorisms: And The Greatest And Best Of Men Is But An Aphorism.

In Wonder All Philosophy Began, In Wonder It Ends, And Admiration Fill Up The Interspace; But The First Wonder Is The Offspring Of Ignorance, The Last Is The Parent Of Adoration.

Until You Understand A Writer's Ignorance, Presume Yourself Ignorant Of His Understanding.

Oh, The Difficulty Of Fixing The Attention Of Men On The World Within Them!

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!

The Whole Faculties Of Man Must Be Exerted In Order To Call Forth Noble Energies; And He Who Is Not Earnestly Sincere Lives In But Half His Being, Self-mutilated, Self-paralyzed.

On The Greek Stage A Drama, Or Acted Story, Consisted In Reality Of Three Dramas, Called Together A Trilogy, And Performed Consecutively In The Course Of One Day.

A Court Has No Right To Strain The Law Because It Causes Hardship.

The Words In Prose Ought To Express The Intended Meaning, And No More; If They Attract Attention To Themselves, It Is, In General, A Fault.

The First Man Of Science Was He Who Looked Into A Thing, Not To Learn Whether It Furnished Him With Food, Or Shelter, Or Weapons, Or Tools, Armaments, Or Playwiths But Who Sought To Know It For The Gratification Of Knowing.

The Bride Hath Paced Into The Hall, Red As A Rose Is She.

No Sound Is Dissonant Which Tells Of Life.

If People Could Learn History, What Lessons It Might Teach Us!

All Nature Seems At Work.

God Grant Me Grace My Prayers To Say: O God! Preserve My Mother Dear, In Strength And Health For Many A Year; And O! Preserve My Father Too, And May I Pay Him Reverence Due; And May I My Best Thoughts Employ To Be My Parents' Hope And Joy; And O! Preserve My Brothers Both From Evil Doings, And From Sloth, And May We Always Love Each Other, Our Friends, Our Father, And Our Mother, And Still, O Lord, To Me Impart An Innocent And Grateful Heart, That After My Last Sleep I May Awake To Thy Eternal Day! Amen.

To Leave No Interval Between The Sentence And The Fulfillment Of It Doth Beseem God Only, The Immutable!

Finally, Good Sense Is The Body Of Poetic Genius, Fancy Its Drapery, Motion Its Life, And Imagination The Soul That Is Everywhere And In Each; And Forms All Into One Graceful And Intelligent Whole.

Death But Supplies The Oil For The Inextinguishable Lamp Of Life.

This Is The Course Of Every Evil Deed, That, Propagating Still It Brings Forth Evil.

To Most Men Experience Is Like The Stern Lights Of A Ship, Which Illuminate Only The Track It Has Passed.

The Age Seems Sore From Excess Of Stimulation, Just As A Day Or Two After A Thorough Debauch And Long Sustained Drinking-match A Man Feels All Over Like A Bruise. Even To Admire Otherwise Than On The Whole And Where "i Admire" Is But A Synonyme For "i Remember, I Liked It Very Much When I Was Reading It ," Is Too Much An Effort, Would Be Too Disquieting An Emotion!

Is Duty A Mere Sport, Or An Employ! Life An Entrusted Talent Or A Toy!

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I Wish Our Clever Young Poets Would Remember My Homely Definitions Of Prose And Poetry; That Is, Prose = Words In Their Best Order; - Poetry = The Best Words In The Best Order.

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