What did Samuel Taylor Coleridge mean by: Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there. Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England Copy
+ Pedantry consists in the use of words unsuitable to the time, place, and company. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Company, Place, Time, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ He who is best prepared can best serve his moment of inspiration. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Inspiration, Preparation, Service, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ The form of truth will bear exposure, as well as that of beauty herself. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Beauty, Exposure, Truth, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ Fear gives sudden instincts of skill. Author, September 7, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Fear, Instincts, Skill, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ Iago’s soliloquy – the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity – how awful it is! Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Deception, Jealousy, Manipulation, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ A people are free in proportion as they form their own opinions. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Freedom, Independence, Individualism, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ An undevout poet is an impossibility. Author, August 27, 2023January 2, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Creativity, Faith, Poetry, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
+ General principles… are to the facts as the root and sap of a tree to its leaves. Author, January 10, 2024January 6, 2025, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Facts, Principles, Relationship, 0 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poet · England
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Hatred is so lasting and stubborn, that reconciliation on a sickbed certainly forebodes death. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
In the arts, foolhardiness is always harmful; even worse, however, is clumsiness. Franz Grillparzer Writer · Austria
