Truth Is A Hard Master, And Costly

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

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

I Do Believe I Begin To Grasp The Nature Of Miracles! For Would It Be A Miracle, If There Was Any Reason For It? Miracles Have Nothing To Do With Reason. Miracles Contradict Reason, They Strike Clean Across Mere Human Deserts, And Deliver And Save Where They Will. If They Made Sense, They Would Not Be Miracles.

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

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