"The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dugeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescences out of the walls, and blowing our own breath in our own nostrils, instead of issuing to the fair sunlight of God, the sweet winds of the universe."
[#49] George MacDonald: An Anthology of 365 Readings by C.S. Lewis
1 comment:
GOOD quote. thanks Gin.
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