Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.
Charles KingsleyGive me something huge to fight, — and I should enjoy that — but why make me sweep the dust?
Charles KingsleyIn the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexandria, the young monk Philammon was sitting on the edge of a low range of inland cliffs, crested with drifting sand.
Charles Kingsley