“And what was the song which she sang? Ah, my little man, I am too old to sing that song, and you too young to understand it.” — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
A fine lady; by which term I wish to express the result of that perfect education in taste and manner, down to every gesture, which heaven forbid that I, professing to be a poet, should undervalue. It is beautiful, and therefore I welcome it in the name of the author of all beauty. I value it so highly that I… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share
If I am ever obscure in my expressions, do not fancy that therefore I am deep. If I were really deep, all the world… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
He was one of those men who possess almost every gift, except the gift of the power to use them. — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
Do you feel that you have lost your way in life? Then God Himself will show you your way. Are you utterly helpless, worn out, body and soul? Then God's eternal love is ready and willing to help you up, and revive you. Are you wearied with doubts and terrors? Then God's eternal light is ready to show you your… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share
My friends, let us try to follow the Saviour's steps; let us remember all day long what it is to be men; that it is to have every one whom we meet for our brother in the sight of God; that it is this, never to meet anyone, however bad he may be, for whom we cannot say: "Christ died… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share
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… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
He was not only, I soon discovered, a water drinker, but a strict vegetarian, to which, perhaps, he owed a great deal of the… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
Look at the bow in the cloud, in the very rain itself. That is a sign that the sun, though you cannot see it,… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
Beauty is God's handwriting — a wayside sacrament; welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank for it Him. — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
... the heroism of the average mother. Ah! When I think of that broad fact, I gather hope again for poor humanity; and this… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
