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Daily Thoughts (EasyRead Super Large 24pt Edition)

This book offers a compilation of thoughtful insights and musings on various aspects of life, presented in a format that is both accessible and visually appealing. The EasyRead Super Large 24pt Edition features an oversized font that makes the text easy to read, catering to individuals with visual impairments or those who simply prefer larger print. The content is intended to inspire and provoke thought, providing readers with a daily dose of reflection and contemplation. more

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Charles Kingsley
Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley was a British professor, born on June 12, 1819, and died on January 23, 1875. He is known for his contributions to literature and education. more

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“Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.”

“After all, there is such a thing as looking like a gentleman. There are men whose class no dirt or rags can hide, any more than they could Ulysses. I have seen such men in plenty among workmen, too; but, on the whole, the gentleman--by whom I do not mean just now the rich--have the superiority in that point. But not, please God, forever. Give us the same air, water, exercise, education, good society, and you will see whether this "haggardness," this "coarseness" (etc., for the list is too long to specify), be an accident, or a property, of the man of the people.”

“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 would fain see it extend not merely from Belgravia to the tradesman's villa, but thence, as I believe it one day will, to the laborer's hovel and the needlewoman's garret.”

“Now, to tell my story--if not as it ought to be told, at least as I can tell it,--I must go back sixteen years, to the days when Whitbury boasted of forty coaches per diem, instead of one railway, and set forth how in its southern suburb, there stood two pleasant house side by side, with their gardens sloping down to the Whit, and parted from each other only by the high brick fruit-wall, through which there used to be a door of communication; for the two occupiers were fast friends.”

“All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes upwards from its broad tide-river paved with yellow sands, and many-arched old bridge, where salmon wait for Autumn floods, toward the pleasant upland on the west.”