Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet.
George MacDonaldFor when is the child the ideal child in our eyes and to our hearts? Is it not when with gentle hand he takes his father by the beard, and turns that father's face up to his brothers and sisters to kiss? when even the lovely selfishness of love-seeking has vanished, and the heart is absorbed in loving?
George MacDonaldEvery soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.
George MacDonald