It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.
They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think.
Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.
The voices of cold reason were talking, as usual, to deaf ears.
What are wits for unless a man uses them?
Of all the reports that fly about the world, ill news is the surest of all to arrive!