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.
The voices of cold reason were talking, as usual, to deaf ears.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
A man must be prepared to face life, as well as death, there's no escape from either.
The mountains of today are the molehills of tomorrow.
Brother Cadfael knew better than to be in a hurry, where souls were concerned. There was plenty of elbow-room in eternity.