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.

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

Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired

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

All the things of the wild have their proper uses. Only misuse makes them evil.

What are wits for unless a man uses them?

Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.