So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.
Charles KingsleyThree fishers went sailing away to the west,/ Away to the west as the sun went down.
Charles KingsleyA blessed thing it is to have a friend; one human soul whom we can trust utterly; who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults; who will speak the honest truth to us, while the world flatters us to our face, and laughs at us behind our back; who will give us counsel and reproof in a day of prosperity and self-conceit; but who, again, will comfort and encourage us in days of difficulty and sorrow, when the world leaves us alone to fight our own battle as we can.
Charles Kingsley