Gradually the sunken land begins to rise again, and falls perhaps again, and rises again after that, more and more gently each time, till as it were the panting earth, worn out with the fierce passions of her fiery youth, has sobbed herself to sleep once more, and this new world of man is made.
Charles KingsleyIf you wish to be like a little child, study what a little child could understand — nature; and do what a little child could do — love.
Charles KingsleyGive me something huge to fight, — and I should enjoy that — but why make me sweep the dust?
Charles KingsleyFor to be discontented with the divine discontent, and to be ashamed with the noble shame, is the very germ and first upgrowth of all virtue.
Charles Kingsley