George MacDonald
George MacDonald
George MacDonaldwas a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister. He was a pioneering figure in the field of fantasy literature and the mentor of fellow writer Lewis Carroll. His writings have been cited as a major literary influence by many notable authors including W. H. Auden, C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, Walter de la Mare, E. Nesbit and Madeleine L'Engle. C. S. Lewis wrote that he regarded MacDonald as his "master": "Picking up a copy of Phantastes one...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 December 1824
In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow...
We have to do with God, to whom no one can look without the need of being good waking up in his heart; to think about God is to begin to be good.
I am so tried by the things said about God. I understand God's patience with the wicked, but I do wonder how he can be so patient with the pious!
LET A MAN THINK AND CARE ever so little about God, he does not therefore exist without God. God is here with him, upholding, warming, delighting, teaching him-making life a good thing to him. God gives him himself, though the man knows it not.
Forgiveness is the giving and so the receiving of life. the latter may be an impulse of a moment of heat; whereas the former is a cold and deliberate choice of the heart.
If those who had set themselves to explain the various theories of Christianity had set themselves instead to do the will of the Master, how different the world would be now!
Human science cannot discover God. Human science is but the backward undoing of the tapestry web of God's science. It works with its back to him, and is always leaving his intent and perfected work behind it. Science is always going farther and farther away from the point where his work culminates in revelation.
Life and religion are one, or neither is any thing.
In short, a man must be set free from the sin he is , which makes him do the sin he does .
If there be a God and one has never sought him, it will be small consolation to remember that one could not get proof of his existence.
Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy.
I would not favour a fiction to keep a whole world out of hell. The hell that a lie would keep any man out of is doubtless the very best place for him to go to. It is truth... that saves the world.
All that is made seems planless to the darkened mind, because there are more plans than it looked for...There seems no plan because it is all plan: there seems no centre because it is all centre.
Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace?