Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.
George MacDonaldI learned that he that will be a hero will barely be a man; that he that will be nothing but a doer of his work is sure of his manhood.
George MacDonaldOne who not merely beholds the outward shows of things, but catches a glimpse of the soul that looks out of them, whose garment and revelation they are-if he be such, I say, he will stand, for more than a moment, speechless with something akin to that which made the morning stars sing together.
George MacDonald