Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.

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.

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

Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.

In the end there is nothing to be done but to state clearly what has been done, without shame or regret, and say: Here I am, and this is what I am. Now deal with me as you see fit. That is your right. Mine is to stand by the act, and pay the price. You do what you must do, and pay for it. So in the end all things are simple.

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

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