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George MacDonald

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About George MacDonald

George MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet and Congregational minister. He became a pioneering figure in the field of modern fantasy literature and the mentor of fellow-writer Lewis Carroll. In addition to his fairy tales, MacDonald wrote several works of Christian theology, including several collections of sermons.

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It is our best work that God wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. I think he must prefer quality to quantity.
The more I work with the body, keeping my assumptions in a temporary state of reservation, the more I appreciate and sympathize with a given disease. The body no longer appears as a sick or irrationa…
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.

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It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.
It is our best work that God wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. I think he must prefer quality to quantity.
Man finds it hard to get what he wants, because he does not want the best God finds it hard to give, because He would give the best, and man will not take it.
If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.
It is our best work that God wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. I think he must prefer quality to quantity.
Man finds it hard to get what he wants, because he does not want the best God finds it hard to give, because He would give the best, and man will not take it.
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.
Age is not all decay it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.