“And earth was given back to earth, to mingle with the rest of the stuff the great workman works withal.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
There is no cheating in nature and the simple unsought feelings of the soul. There must be a truth involved in it,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I wondered over again for the hundredth time what could be the principle which, in the wildest, most lawless, fantastically chaotic, apparently… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
For the bliss of the animals lies in this, that, on their lower level, they shadow the bliss of those--few at any… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Some thinkers would feel sorely hampered if at liberty to use no forms but such as existed in nature, or to invent… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The poetry of life, the inner side of nature, rises near the surface to meet the eyes of the man who makes.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“To inquire into what God has made is the main function of the imagination. It is aroused by facts, is nourished by… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Now I want you to think that in life troubles will come, which seem as if they never would pass away. The… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For essential beauty is infinite, and, as the soul of Nature needs an endless succession of varied forms to embody her loveliness,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Let me, if I may, be ever welcomed to my room in winter by a glowing hearth, in summer by a vase… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For the bliss of the animals lies in this, that, on their lower level, they shadow the bliss of those -- few… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
All about us, in earth and air, wherever the eye or ear can reach, there is a power ever breathing itself forth… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“One of my greatest difficulties in consenting to think of religion was that I thought I should have to give up my… — 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
“The God who is ever uttering himself in the changeful profusions of nature; who takes millions of years to form a soul… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I would remind my reader that Donal was a Celt, with a nature open to every fancy of love or awe --… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Let me once more assert that Mr Malison was not a bad man. The misfortune was, that his notion of right fell… — 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