The truly wise talk little about religion and are not given to taking sides on doctrinal issues. When they hear people advocating… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Then came the reflection, how little at any time could a father do for the wellbeing of his children! The fact of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The birds, the poets of the animal creation - what though they never get beyond the lyrical! - awoke to utter their… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“But I never just quite liked that ryhme.' 'Why not, child?' 'Because it seems to say one's as good as another, or… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“As the love of him who is love transcends ours as the heavens are higher than the earth, so must he desire… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
[God desires] not that He may say to them, "Look how mighty I am, and go down upon your knees and worship,"… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It was to be no more who should rule, but who should serve; no more who should look down upon his fellows… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Once, as I passed by a cottage, there came out a lovely fairy child, with two wondrous toys, one in each hand.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The aspiring child is often checked by the dull disciple who has learned his lessons so imperfectly that he has never got… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And God is all in all. He is ever seeking to get down to us—to be the divine man to us. And… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“To do as God does, is to receive God; to do a service to one of his children is to receive the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“No revelation can be other than partial. If for true revelation a man must be told all the truth, then farewell to revelation; yea,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The region belonging to the pure intellect is straitened: the imagination labours to extend its territories, to give it room. She sweeps across the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Come, then, affliction, if my Father wills, and be my frowning friend. A friend that frowns is better than a smiling enemy. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace? — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“You have tasted of death now,” said the old man. “Is it good?” “It is good,” said Mossy. “It is better than life.” “No,”… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I wish I had [made that song]. No, I don't That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine for all… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image