Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid read more

Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons read more

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into read more

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge, but passes into it
through an intermediate state of obscurity, even as night into
day through twilight.

Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.

Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.