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

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

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.

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

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

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.