Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.

I fear thee, ancient Mariner! / I fear thy skinny hand!

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

A great poet must have the ear of a wild Arab listening in the silent desert, the eye of a North American Indian tracing the footsteps of an enemy upon the leaves that strew the forest, the touch of a blind man feeling the face of a darling child.

No man does anything from a single motive

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