I write, not for children,but for the child-like, whether they be of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.
George MacDonaldShe would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could have been hurt without knowing it.
George MacDonaldAge is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.
George MacDonald