Who would not poverty for riches yield? A hovel sell to buy a treasure-field? George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “Thou art my life…”
Thou art my life: I the brook, thou the spring. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “Sometimes I wake, and, lo! I have forgot…”
Sometimes I wake, and, lo! I have forgot, And drifted out upon an ebbing sea! My soul that was at rest now resteth not, For I am with myself and not with thee. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “What is the use of the most sovereign of medicines…”
What is the use of the most sovereign of medicines while they stand on the sick man’s table? What is the mightiest of truths so long as it is not believed? The spiritually sick still mocks at the medicine offered; he will not know its cure. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “The right will produce more right…”
The right will produce more right and be its own reward — in the end a reward altogether infinite, for God will meet it with what is deeper than all right, namely, perfect love. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “It matters little where a man may be at this moment…”
It matters little where a man may be at this moment… the point is whether he is growing. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “I leave it to other people…”
I leave it to other people to call me this or that. It matters little what anyone is called. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “I want to help you to grow…”
I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “As you grow ready for it…”
As you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you will find what is needful for you in a book or a friend, or, best of all, in your own thoughts — the eternal thought speaking in your thought. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
George MacDonald Quote – “All the doors that lead inward to the secret place…”
All the doors that lead inward to the secret place of the most high are doors outward: out of self — out of smallness — out of wrong. George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
