Truth Is A Hard Master, And Costly

Youth Is No Less Vulnerable, By The Very Quality It Has Of Making The Heart Ache That Beholds And Has Lost It.

I Have Always Known That The Best Of The Saracens Could Out-christian Many Of Us Christians.

Truth, Like The Burgeoning Of A Bulb Under The Soil, However Deeply Sown, Will Make Its Way To The Light.

Brother Cadfael Knew Better Than To Be In A Hurry, Where Souls Were Concerned. There Was Plenty Of Elbow-room In Eternity.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.