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

You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you.

Nothing is more pleasing and engaging than the sense of having conferred benefits. Not even the gratification of receiving them.

I have always known that the best of the Saracens could out-Christian many of us Christians.

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

If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still.

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