Never was there a more injurous mistake than to say it was thebusiness only of the clergy to care for souls.
George MacDonaldI believe that no hell will be lacking which would help the just mercy of God to redeem his children.
George MacDonaldIf we do not die to ourselves, we cannot live to God, andhe that does not live to God, is dead.
George MacDonaldThe trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where on the borders of the sunshine broke against their stems, or swept in long streams through their avenues, washing with brighter hue all the leaves over which it flowed; revealing the rich brown of the dacayed leaves and fallen pine-cones, and the delicate greens of the long grasses and tiny forests of moss that covered the channel over which it passed in the motionless rivers of light.
George MacDonald