“Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, And Hope without an object cannot live.”

About Samuel Taylor Coleridge

1772 – 1834

English Romantic poet, author of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner".

“So for the mother's sake the child was dear, and dearer was the mother for the child.”

“A spring of love gushed from my heart, and I bless'd them unaware.”

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

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”

“Why does this magnificent applied science which saves work and makes life easier bring us so little happiness?”

“Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them.”

“Public Disputes warm the Imagination, whet the Industry, and strengthen the natural Abilities.”

“Tell me not, in mournful numbers, life is but an empty dream!”

“We have triumphed in the effort to implant hope in the breasts of the millions of our people.”