How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset. – George MacDonald
Age is not all decay it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. – George MacDonald
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset. – George MacDonald
Age is not all decay it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. – George MacDonald
It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow, that weigh a man down. – George MacDonald
Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly. – George MacDonald