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

Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.

There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.

Bitter though it may be to many, Cadfael concluded, there is no substitute for truth, in this or any case.

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

Beauty is a perilous gift.

I do believe I begin to grasp the nature of miracles! For would it be a miracle, if there was any reason for it? Miracles have nothing to do with reason. Miracles contradict reason, they strike clean across mere human deserts, and deliver and save where they will. If they made sense, they would not be miracles.