But words are vain; reject them allโ They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart.
George MacDonaldCommon people, whether lords or shop-keepers, are slow to understand that possession, whether in the shape of birth or lands or money or intellect, is a small affair in the difference between men.
George MacDonaldJoy cannot unfold the deepest truths. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the door she must not enter.
George MacDonald