Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
George MacDonaldNo, there is no escape. There is no heaven with a little of hell in it--no plan to retain this or that of the devil in our hearts or our pockets. Out Satan must go, every hair and feather!
George MacDonaldI rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.
George MacDonald