Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine.
Sara ColeridgeIt 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.
Sara ColeridgeI very much wish that some day or other you may have time to learn Greek, because that language is an idea. Even a little of it is like manure to the soil of the mind, and makes it bear finer flowers.
Sara Coleridge