"When I trouble myself over a trifle, even a trifle confessed - the loss of some little article, say - spurring my memory, and hunting the house, not from immediate need, but from dislike of loss; when a book has been borrowed of me and is not returned, and I have forgotten the borrower; and fret over the missing volume... is it not time that I lost a few things, when I care for them so unreasonably? The losing of things is the mercy of God: it comes to teach us to let them go. Or have I forgotten a thought that came to me which seemed of the truth? I keep trying and trying to call it back, feeling a poor man until that thought be recovered - to be far more lost, perhaps, in a notebook into which I shall never look again to find it! I forget that it is live things that God cares about."
- George MacDonald