Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.

Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.

There is no one who cannot be hated, against whatever odds. Nor anyone who cannot be loved, against all reason.

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

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.

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

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