The 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 MacDonaldTo cease to wonder is to fall plumb-down from the childlike to the commonplaceโthe most undivine of all moods intellectual. Our nature can never be at home among things that are not wonderful to us.
George MacDonaldPeople must not choose their neighbors; they must take the neighbors that God sends them. The neighbor is just the person who is next to you at the moment, the person with whom any business has brought you into contact.
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