Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all cries.
George MacDonaldIt is not the high summer alone that is God's. The winter also is His. And into His winter He came to visit us. And all man's winters are His - the winter of our poverty, the winter of our sorrow, the winter of our unhappiness - even 'the winter of our discontent.
George MacDonaldI only know when I don't know a thing. My uncle has taught me that wisdom lies in that.
George MacDonald