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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.

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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The Jews Would Not

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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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.

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Brute Animals Have The Vowel Sounds; Man Only Can Utter Consonants.

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My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are Shut.

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Falsehood Is Fire In Stubble; It Likewise Turns All The Light Stuff Around It Into Its Own Substance For A Moment, One Crackling Blazing Moment, And Then Dies; And All Its Converts Are Scattered In The Wind, Without Place Or Evidence Of Their Existence, As Viewless As The Wind Which Scatters Them.

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

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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?

A Mother Is A Mother Still, The Holiest Thing Alive.

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.

Poetry Is Certainly Something More Than Good Sense, But It Must Be Good Sense, At All Events, Just As A Palace Is More Than A House, But It Must Be A House, At Least.

I Have Heard Of Reasons Manifold Why Love Must Needs Be Blind, But This The Best Of All I Hold,- His Eyes Are In His Mind.

I Must Reject Fluids And Ethers Of All Kinds, Magnetical, Electrical, And Universal, To Whatever Quintessential Thinness They May Be Treble Distilled, And As It Were Super-substantiated.

Men Of Humor Are Always In Some Degree Men Of Genius; Wits Are Rarely So, Although A Man Of Genius May, Amongst Other Gifts, Possess Wit, As Shakespeare.

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Method Means Primarily A Way Or Path Of Transit. From This We Are To Understand That The First Idea Of Method Is A Progressive Transition From One Step To Another In Any Course. If In The Right Course, It Will Be The True Method; If In The Wrong, We Cannot Hope To Progress.

Veracity Does Not Consist In Saying, But In The Intention Of Communicating The Truth.

The Dwarf Sees Farther Than The Giant, When He Has The Giant's Shoulders To Mount On.

To See Him Act Is Like Reading Shakespeare By Flashes Of Lightning.

The Annals Of The French Revolution Prove That The Knowledge Of The Few Cannot Counteract The Ignorance Of The Many.... The Light Of Philosophy, When It Is Confined To A Small Minority, Points Out The Possessors As The Victims Rather Than The Illuminators Of The Multitude.

Deep Thinking Is Attainable Only By A Man Of Deep Feeling, And All Truth Is A Species Of Revelation

Therefore All Seasons Shall Be Sweet To Thee, Whether The Summer Clothe The General Earth With Greenness, Or The Redbreast Sit And Sing Betwixt The Tufts Of Snow On The Bare Branch Of Mossy Apple Tree.

Language Is The Armory Of The Human Mind, And At Once Contains The Trophies Of Its Past And The Weapons Of Its Future Conquests.

I Never Knew A Trader In Philanthropy Who Was Not Wrong In His Head Or Heart Somewhere Or Other.

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I Am Sure From My Experience Of Juries That, In A Criminal Case Especially, They Will Obey The Law As Declared By The Judge; They Will Take The Law From The Judge, Whether They Like It Or Do Not Like It, And Apply It Honestly To The Facts Before Them.

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Real Pain Can Alone Cure Us Of Imaginary Ills. We Feel A Thousand Miseries Till We Are Lucky Enough To Feel Misery.

Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

We Ne'er Can Be Made Happy By Compulsion.

There Is One Art Of Which People Should Be Masters - The Art Of Reflection.

The First Duty Of A Wise Advocate Is To Convince His Opponents That He Understands Their Arguments, And Sympathies With Their Just Feelings.

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.

So Lonely 'twas That God Himself Scarce Seemed There To Be.

And Here Were Forests Ancient As The Hills, Enfolding Sunny Spots Of Greenery.

A Great Mind Must Be Androgynous.

Nothing Can Permanently Please, Which Doesn't Contain In Itself The Reason Why It Is So, And Not Otherwise.

Fear Gives Sudden Instincts Of Skill.

One Thought Includes All Thought, In The Sense That A Grain Of Sand Includes The Universe.

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

The Love Of A Mother Is The Veil Of A Softer Light Between The Heart And The Heavenly Father.

Summer Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

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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.

A Falsehood Is, In One Sense, A Dead Thing; But Too Often It Moves About, Galvanized By Self-will, And Pushes The Living Out Of Their Seats.

About, About, In Reel And Rout The Death Fires Danced At Night.

Often Do The Spirits Stride On Before The Event; And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.

Shakespeare Knew The Human Mind, And Its Most Minute And Intimate Workings, And He Never Introduces A Word, Or A Thought, In Vain Or Out Of Place; If We Do Not Understand Him, It Is Our Own Fault.

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To Doubt Has More Of Faith ... Than That Blank Negation Of All Such Thoughts And Feelings Which Is The Lot Of The Herd Of Church-and-meeting Trotters.

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To Know, To Esteem, To Love,-and Then To Part, Makes Up Life's Tale To Many A Feeling Heart.

Contempt Is Egotism In Ill- Humor.

The Earth With Its Scarred Face Is The Symbol Of The Past; The Air And Heaven, Of Futurity.

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

Show Me One Couple Unhappy Merely On Account Of Their Limited Circumstances, And I Will Show You Ten Who Are Wretched From Other Causes.

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.

Carved With Figures Strange And Sweet, All Made Out Of The Carver's Brain.

How Strange And Awful Is The Synthesis Of Life And Death In The Gusty Winds And Falling Leaves Of An Autumnal Day!

Ah! From The Soul Itself Must Issue Forth A Light, A Glory, A Fair Luminous Cloud Enveloping The Earth.

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.

And The Devil Did Grin, For His Darling Sin Is Pride That Apes Humility.

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

Sympathy Constitutes Friendship; But In Love There Is A Sort Of Antipathy, Or Opposing Passion. Each Strives To Be The Other, And Both Together Make Up One Whole.

O Pure Of Heart! Thou Needest Not Ask Of Me What This Strong Music In The Soul May Be!

Health Is A Great Blessing--competence Obtained By Honorable Industry Is A Great Blessing--and A Great Blessing It Is To Have Kind, Faithful, And Loving Friends And Relatives; But, That The Greatest Of All Blessings, As It Is The Most Ennobling Of All Privileges, Is To Be Indeed A Christian.

That Agony Returns; And Till My Ghastly Tale Is Told, This Heart Within Me Burns.

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

The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up Of Minute Fractions.

And Though Thou Notest From Thy Safe Recess Old Friends Burn Dim, Like Lamps In Noisome Air Love Them For What They Are; Nor Love Them Less, Because To Thee They Are Not What They Were.

With No Other Privilege Than That Of Sympathy And Sincere Good Wishes, I Would Address An Affectionate Exhortation To The Youthful Literati, Grounded On My Own Experience. It Will Be But Short; For The Beginning, Middle, And End Converge To One Charge: Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.

Beginning Middle And End

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.

Nothing Great Was Ever Achieved Without Enthusiasm. For What Is Enthusiasm But The Oblivion And Swallowing-up Of Self In An Object Dearer Than Self?

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?

The Devil Is Not, Indeed, Perfectly Humorous, But That Is Only Because He Is The Extreme Of All Humor.

A Single Thought Is That Which It Is From Other Thoughts As A Wave Of The Sea Takes Its Form And Shape From The Waves Which Precede And Follow It.

How Deep A Wound To Morals And Social Purity Has That Accursed Article Of The Celibacy Of The Clergy Been! Even The Best And Most Enlightened Men In Romanist Countries Attach A Notion Of Impurity To The Marriage Of A Clergyman. And Can Such A Feeling Be Without Its Effect On The Estimation Of The Wedded Life In General? Impossible! And The Morals Of Both Sexes In Spain, Italy, France, And. Prove It Abundantly.

An Idea, In The Highest Sense Of That Word, Cannot Be Conveyed But By A Symbol.

Tranquillity! Thou Better Name Than All The Family Of Fame.

Novels Are To Love As Fairy Tales To Dreams.

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.

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

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Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.

And Looking To The Heaven, That Bends Above You, How Oft! I Bless The Lot, That Made Me Love You.

Force Yourself To Reflect On What You Read, Paragraph By Paragraph.

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

Men, I Still Think, Ought To Be Weighed Not Counted.

Lovely Was The Death Of Him Whose Life Was Love! Holy With Power, He On The Thought-benighted Skeptic Beamed Manifest Godhead.

If You Wish To Assured Of The Truth Of Christianity, Try It. Believe, And If Thy Belief Be Right, That Insight Which Gradually Transmutes Faith Into Knowledge Will Be The Reward Of Thy Belief.

A Man's As Old As He's Feeling. A Woman As Old As She Looks.

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He Who Begins By Loving Christianity More Than Truth, Will Proceed By Loving His Sect Or Church Better Than Christianity, And End In Loving Himself Better Than All.

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.

A Stately Pleasure-dome Decree.

The True Key To The Declension Of The Roman Empire Which Is Not To Be Found In All Gibbon 's Immense Work May Be Stated In Two Words: The Imperial Character Overlaying, And Finally Destroying, The National Character. Rome Under Trajan Was An Empire Without A Nation.

And What If All Of Animated Nature Be But Organic Harps Diversely Framed, That Tremble Into Thought, As O'er Them Sweeps, Plastic And Vast, One Intellectual Breeze, At Once The Soul Of Each, And God Of All?

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.

An Ear For Music Is Very Different From A Taste For Music. I Have No Ear Whatever; I Could Not Sing An Air To Save My Life; But I Have The Intensest Delight In Music, And Can Detect Good From Bad.

The Secondary Imagination I Consider As An Echo Of The Former, Co-existing With The Conscious Will, Yet Still As Identical With The Primary In The Kind Of Its Agency, And Differing Only In Degree, And In The Mode Of Its Operation. It Dissolves, Diffuses, Dissipates, In Order To Recreate: Or Where This Process Is Rendered Impossible, Yet Still At All Events It Struggles To Idealize And To Unify. It Is Essentially Vital, Even As All Objects (as Objects) Are Essentially Fixed And Dead.

Forth From His Dark And Lonely Hiding-place, (portentous Sight!) The Owlet Atheism, Sailing On Obscene Wings Athwart The Noon, Drops His Blue-fringed Lids, And Holds Them Close, And Hooting At The Glorious Sun In Heaven, Cries Out, ''where Is It?''

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