Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.

- Sara Coleridge

bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even then how often t…

- Sara Coleridge

Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the question, and not proceed to a…

- Sara Coleridge

The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I must feel the separati…

- Sara Coleridge

Puns are often unacceptable to the feelings; they come like a spoonful of ice-cream in the midst of a comfortable smoking-hot steak, or as a peppery …

- Sara Coleridge

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

- Sara Coleridge

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

- Sara Coleridge

The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall

- Sara Coleridge

June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.

- Sara Coleridge