Truth Is A Hard Master, And Costly

Of All The Reports That Fly About The World, Ill News Is The Surest Of All To Arrive!

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

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.

One Century's Saint Is The Next Century's Heretic ... And One Century's Heretic Is The Next Century's Saint. It Is As Well To Think Long And Calmly Before Affixing Either Name To Any Man.

You Cannot Demand Truth, And Then Select Half And Throw The Inconvenient Remainder Away.