Friendship is like a glass ornament, once it is broken it can rarely be put back together exactly the same way.
Charles KingsleySee the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices.
Charles KingsleyYou are literally filled with the fruit of your own devices, with rats and mice and such small deer, paramecia, and entomostraceรฆ, and kicking things with horrid names, which you see in microscopes at the Polytechnic, and rush home and call for brandy-without the water-stone, and gravel, and dyspepsia, and fragments of your own muscular tissue tinged with your own bile.
Charles Kingsley