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.

Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.

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

To have faith in Divine protection is good, but even beter if backed by the pratical assistance heaven has a right to expect from sensible mortals.

Life goes not in a straight line, lad, but in a circle. The first half we spend venturing as far as the world's end from home and kin and stillness, and the latter half brings us back, by roundabout ways but surely, to that state from which we set out.

Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.

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