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

More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
• The Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.
• The Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility. The Devil's Thoughts
• What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if in your dreams you went to heaven and there you plucked a strange and beautiful flower, and what if when you awoke you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?
• What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if in your dreams you went to heaven and there you plucked a strange and beautiful flower, and what if when you awoke you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then? Biographia Literaria (1817)