In 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.

We have used the Bible as if it was a mere special constable's handbook — an opium-dose for keeping beasts of burden patient while they were being overloaded — a mere book to keep the poor in order.

All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

I hope that my children, at least, if not I myself, will see the day when ignorance of the primary laws and facts of science will be looked upon as a defect only second to ignorance of the primary laws of religion and morality.

Love can make us fiends as well as angels.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

Three fishers went sailing away to the west,/ Away to the west as the sun went down.