Death, After All, Is The Common Expectation

Too Much Trust Is Folly, In An Imperfect World.

Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Here I Begin To Know That Blessedness Is What Can Be Snatched Out The Passing Day And Put Away To Think Of Afterwards.

As Roads Go, The Road Home Is As Good As Any.

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