"I don't believe that he thinks about His glory except for the sake of truth and men's hearts dying for the lack of it."

"Life eternal, this lady of thine hath a sore heart, and we cannot help her. Thou art help, O Mighty Love. Speak to her, and let her know thy will, and give her strength to do it, O Father of Jesus Christ, Amen."

"The nearer persons come to each other, the greater is the room and the more are the occasions for courtesy; but just in proportion to their approach the gentleness of most men diminishes."

"No one can say he is himself, until first he knows that he is, and then what himself is. In fact, nobody is himself, and himself is nobody."

"People must believe what they can, and those who believe more must not be hard upon those who believe less."

"How kind is weariness sometimes! It is like the Father's hand laid a little heavy on the heart to make it still."

"Trust is born in love, and our need is to love God, not apprehend facts concerning him."

"Theologians have done more to hide the Gospel of Christ than any of its adversaries."

"She was a mother. One who is mother only to her own children is not a mother; she is only a woman who has borne children. But here was one of God's mothers."

"...he believed in God and he believed that when the human is still, the Divine speaks to it, because it is its own."

"The man that feareth, Lord, to doubt, In that fear doubteth thee."

"Seeing is not believing—it is only seeing."

"Never, my little one, hide anything from those that love you. Never let anything that makes itself a nest in your heart, grow into a secret, for then at once it will begin to eat a hole in it."

"Yes,' he answered; 'and you will be dead, so long as you refuse to die."

"Sorrow herself will reveal one day that she was only the beneficent shadow of Joy. Will Evil ever show herself the beneficent shadow of Good?"

"If man could do what in his wildest self-worship he can imagine, the grand result would be that he would be his own God, which is the Hell of Hells."

"The man who grounds his action on another's cowardice, is essentially a coward himself."

"There are thousands willing to do great things for one willing to do a small thing."

"Who can give a man this, his own name?"

"All words, then, belonging to the inner world of the mind, are of the imagination, are originally poetic words."

"It is as necessary for a poor man to give away, as for a rich man. Many poor men are more devoted worshipers of Mammon than some rich men."

"All the days of my appointed time will I wait till my change come."

"He was in fact a poet without words, the more absorbed and endangered, that the springing waters were dammed back in his soul, where, finding no utterance, they grew, and swelled, and undermined."

"It may seem strange that one with whom I had held so little communion should have so engrossed my thoughts, but benefits conferred awaken love in some minds, as surely as benefits received in others."

"But it was little to Curdie that men who did not know what he was about should not approve of his proceedings."

"Let death do what it can, there is just one thing it cannot destroy, and that is life. Never in itself, only in the unfaith of man, does life recognize any sway of death."

"I hurried away to the white hall of Phantasy heedless of the innumerable forms of beauty that crowded my way: these might cross my eyes, but the unseen filled my brain."

"Then the great old, young, beautiful princess turned to Curdie. 'Now, Curdie, are you ready?' she said. 'Yes ma'am,' answered Curdie. 'You do not know what for.' 'You do, ma'am. That is enough."

"Our Lord speaks of many coming up to His door confident of admission, whom He yet sends away. Faith is obedience, not confidence."

"His little heart was so full of merriment that it could not hold it all, and it ran over into theirs."

"I am a beast until I love as God doth love."

"A man must learn to love his children, not because they are his, but because they are children, else his love will be scarcely a better thing at last than the party-spirit of the faithful politician."

"There is no way of making three men right but by making right each one of the three; but a cure in one man who repents and turns, is a beginning of the cure of the whole human race."

"But in the meantime you must be content, I say, to be misunderstood for a while. We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be."

"Nobody knows what anything is; a man can only learn what a thing means!"

"I learned that it is better, a thousand-fold, for a proud man to fall and be humbled, than to hold up his head in his pride and fancied innocence."

"…for nothing is ever so mischievous in its own place as it is out of it;"

"Work done is of more consequence for the future than the foresight of an angel."

"What does it all mean?' I said. 'A good question,' he rejoined: 'nobody knows what anything is; a man can learn only what a thing means. Whether he do, depends on the use he is making of it."

"But I don't quite understand, Father: is nobody your friend but the one that does something for you?"

"You allowed me existence, which is the sum of what one can demand of his fellow-beings"

"I had chosen the dead rather than the living, the thing thought rather than the thing thinking."

"The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken."

"How kind you are, North Wind!' 'I am only just. All kindness is but justice. We owe it."

"But a man may then imagine in your work what he pleases, what you never meant!" Not what he pleases, but what he can."

"Where was God? In him and his question."

"Now Gibbie had been honoured with the acquaintance of many dogs, and the friendship of most of them, for a lover of humanity can hardly fail to be a lover of caninity."

"One who not merely beholds the outward shows of things, but catches a glimpse of the soul that looks out of them ..."

"God is just like Jesus – exactly like him!"

"Many a wrong, and it's curing song, many a road, and many an inn, Room to roam, but only one home, for all the world to win. George MacDonald, (Lilith)"