Samuel Taylor Coleridge Quotes

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 their best order.

Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

Weave a circle round him thrice,  
  And close your eyes with holy dread,  
  For he on honey-dew hath fed,  
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.

Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind.

Christianity is not a theory or speculation, but a life; not a philosophy of life, but a life and a living process.

He who begins by loving Christianity better than truth, will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.