He is a kind, good soul, full of religion and affection and poetry and animal magnetism. His cardinal sin is that he wants will.He would do with all his heart, but he knows he dares not. The conversation of the man is much as I anticipated — a forest of thoughts, some true, many false, more part dubious, all of them ingenious in some degree, often in a high degree.I reckon him a man of great and useless genius: a strange, not at all a great man.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge