Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.
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.
All the things of the wild have their proper uses. Only misuse makes them evil.
You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you.
Bitter though it may be to many, Cadfael concluded, there is no substitute for truth, in this or any case.