And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception. See image Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If a man is not rising upward to be an angel, depend on it, he is sinking downward to be a devil. See image Samuel Taylor Coleridge
For mother's sake the child was dear, and dearer was the mother for the child. See image Samuel Taylor Coleridge