Quote by Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)

• Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.

• We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements in life, when all we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.