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Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
— Charles Kingsley
cleric, historian, writer, novelist, university teacher, children's writer, poet, priest
1819 – 1875
Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.
It is only the great hearted who can be true friends. The mean and cowardly, Can never know what true friendship means.
A blessed thing it is for any man or woman 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.
He was one of those men who possess almost every gift, except the gift of the power to use them.
There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where he is free to do what he ought.
Being forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues which the idle will never know.
If 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.
So give me the political economist, the sanitary reformer, the engineer; and take your saints and virgins, relics and miracles. The spinning-jenny and the railroad, Cunard's liners and the electric telegraph, are to me, if not to you, signs that we are, on some points at least, in harmony with the universe; that there is a mighty spirit working among us, who cannot be your anarchic and destroying Devil, and therefore may be the Ordering and Creating God.
Changeless march the stars above,Changeless watch the changeless heaven.
O Mary, go and call the cattle home,And all alone went she.
They rowed her in across the rolling foam,Across the sands of Dee.
For men must work, and women must weep,Though the harbor bar be moaning.
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep—And good-by to the bar and its moaning.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;One grand, sweet song.
Science frees us in many ways...from the bodily terror which the savage feels. But she replaces that, in the minds of many, by a moral terror which is far more overwhelming.
Tell us not that the world is governed by universal law; the news is not comfortable, but simply horrible, unless you can tell us, or allow others to tell us, that there is a loving giver, and a just administrator of that law.
Don't holla till you are out of the wood. This is a night for praying rather than boasting.
For 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.
I am haunted by the human chimpanzees I saw [in Ireland] . . . I don't believe they are our fault. . . . But to see white chimpanzees is dreadful; if they were black, one would not feel it so much. . . ."
Clear and cool, clear and cool,By laughing shallow, and dreaming pool.
When all the world is young, lad,And every dog his day.
And I am very ugly. I am the ugliest fairy in the world; and I shall be, till people behave themselves as they ought to do. And then I shall grow as handsome as my sister, who is the loveliest fairy in the world; and her name is Mrs. Doasyouwouldbedoneby. So she begins where I end, and I begin where she ends; and those who will not listen to her must listen to me, as you will see.
