“If you turn your face to the Sun, my boy, your soul will, when you come to die, feel like an autumn, with the golden fruits of the earth hanging in rich clusters ready to be gathered – not like… — MacDonald George Copy Share Image
“It was a troubled night, the last they spent in the castle. Not many slept. But the lord of it had long understood that… — MacDonald George Copy Share Image
“When someone is grieving He had too much respect for sorrow to approach it with curiosity. He had learned to put off his shoes… — MacDonald George Copy Share Image
“If you turn your face to the Sun, my boy, your soul will, when you come to die, feel like an autumn, with the… — MacDonald George Copy Share Image
“Am I mystical again, reader? Then I hope you are too, or will be before you have done with this same beautiful mystical life… — MacDonald George Copy Share Image
“The good man never wrote or read a sermon, but talked to his people as one who would meet what was in them with… — MacDonald George Copy Share Image
