You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you.

Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.

They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think.

Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.

as roads go, the road home is as good as any.

Despair is deadly sin, but worse, it is mortal folly.

What are wits for unless a man uses them?