Sara Coleridge Quotes

Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

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

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

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

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

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

The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

Fresh October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman.

avarice is especially, I suppose, a disease of the imagination.

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

It is remarkable what fine hands men of genius write, even when they are as awkward in all other uses of the hand as a cow with a musket.

I would have any one, who really and truly has leisure and ability, make verses. I think it a more refining and happy-making occupation than any other pastime accomplishment.

Religious bigotry is a dull fire - hot enough to roast an ox, but with no lambent, luminous flame shooting up from it.