Now, since I began really and earnestly to study, which was not till I had left college and was actually in the world, I may perhaps say that I have gone through as large a course of general reading as most men of my time.

I have traveled much and I have seen much; I have mixed much in politics, and in the various business of life; and in addition to all this, I have published somewhere about sixty volumes, some upon subjects requiring much special research.

And what time do you think, as a general rule, I have devoted to study, to reading and writing?
Not more than three hours a day; and, when Parliament is sitting, not always that.

But then, during these three hours, I have given my whole attention to what I was about.'" S.T.Coleridge possessed marvelous powers of mind, but he had no definite purpose; he lived in an atmosphere of mental dissipation which consumed his energy, exhausted his stamina, and his life was in many respects a miserable failure.

He lived in dreams and died in reverie.
He was continually forming plans and resolutions, but to the day of his death they remained simply resolutions and plans.
He was always just going to do something, but never did it.