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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

      George MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister.

      Known particularly for his poignant fairy tales and fantasy novels, George MacDonald inspired many authors, such as W. H. Auden, J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, E. Nesbit and Madeleine L'Engle. G. K. Chesterton cited The Princess and the Goblin as a book that had "made a difference to my whole existence."

      Even Mark Twain, who initially disliked MacDonald, became friends with him, and there is some evidence that Twain was influenced by MacDonald.

      MacDonald grew up influenced by his Congregational Church, with an atmosphere of Calvinism. But MacDonald never felt comfortable with some aspects of Calvinist doctrine; indeed, legend has it that when the doctrine of predestination was first explained to him, he burst into tears (although assured that he was one of the elect). Later novels, such as Robert Falconer and Lilith, show a distaste for the idea that God's electing love is limited to some and denied to others.

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The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
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I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of; for to have been thought about, born in God's thought, and then made by God, is the dearest, grandest and most precious thing in all thinking.
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Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
topics: madness  
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So wise so young, they say, do never live long.
topics: death , wisdom , youth  
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I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
topics: cruelty , kindness  
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If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
topics: polonius  
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What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so.. Act II scene ii
topics: humankind , man  
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Words, words, words.
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I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum.
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Certainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness, the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
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Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
topics: hatred , insult  
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So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
topics: guilt , jealousy  
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And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
topics: deception  
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Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.
topics: delight , presence , trust  
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I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
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To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
topics: honesty  
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Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.
topics: heart , love  
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The rest, is silence.
topics: death  
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Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love .
topics: doubt , love  
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