I learned that it is better, a thousandfold , for a proud man to fall and be humbled, than to hold up… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I learned that it is better, a thousand-fold, for a proud man to fall and be humbled, than to hold up his… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Ere long, I learned that it was not myself, but only my shadow, that I had lost. I learned that it is… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I learned that it is better, a thousand-fold, for a proud man to fall and be humbled, than to hold up his… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
What honest boy would pride himself on not picking pockets ? A thief who was trying to reform would. To be conceited… — 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