Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.
There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.
Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.
Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.
Beauty is a perilous gift.
I have always known that the best of the Saracens could out-Christian many of us Christians.