The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go. He must still, to be a right man, be his mother's darling, and more, his father's pride, and more. The child is not meant to die, but to be forever fresh born.
George MacDonaldJoy cannot unfold the deepest truths. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the door she must not enter.
George MacDonaldA Baby Sermon- The lighting and thunder, they go and they come: But the stars and the stillness are always at home
George MacDonald