Brother Cadfael knew better than to be in a hurry, where souls were concerned. There was plenty of elbow-room in eternity.

Of all the reports that fly about the world, ill news is the surest of all to arrive!

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.

Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.

Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.

Only people who're positive enough to have friends have enemies. When you're as glum and morose as he was, people just give up and go away.

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