What distressed me most - more even than my own folly - was the perplexing question - How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near? Even with her altered complexion and face of dislike; disenchanted of the belief that clung around her; known for a living, walking sepulcher, faithless, deluding, traitorous; I felt, notwithstanding all this, that she was beautiful. Upon this I pondered with undiminished perplexity.
George MacDonaldHer face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue.
George MacDonaldWe must do the thing we must Before the thing we may; We are unfit for any trust Till we can and do obey.
George MacDonald