Brother Cadfael knew better than to be in a hurry, where souls were concerned. There was plenty of elbow-room in eternity.
Beauty is a perilous gift.
Of all the reports that fly about the world, ill news is the surest of all to arrive!
You cannot demand truth, and then select half and throw the inconvenient remainder away.
Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired
Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.