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 MacDonaldWell, perhaps; but I begin to think there are better things than being comfortable.
George MacDonaldReal good-breeding is independent of the forms and refinements of what has assumed to itself the name of society.
George MacDonald