Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick. (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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