If every sunlit, sail crowded sea under blue heaven, flecked with wind chased white filled your soul, as with a new gift of life – think what sense of existence must be yours if He, whose thought has but fringed His garment with the gladness of such a show, were to make his home with you – and while thinking of the gladness of God inside your being, let you know and feel that He is carrying you as a Father in his bosom!
Unspoken sermons, “Life” by George MacDonald
As the author of the ‘Theologia Germanica’ says, we may come to love knowledge—our knowing—more than the thing known: to delight not in the exercise of our talents but in the fact that they are ours, or even in the reputation they bring us.
Every success in the scholar’s life increases this danger. If it becomes irresistible, he must give up his scholarly work. The time for plucking out the right eye has arrived.
“ONE of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.”
~G.K. Chesterton: “Robert Browning,” Chap. VI. (1903)