Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.

Brother Cadfael knew better than to be in a hurry, where souls were concerned. There was plenty of elbow-room in eternity.

Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.

You cannot demand truth, and then select half and throw the inconvenient remainder away.

What are wits for unless a man uses them?

To have faith in Divine protection is good, but even beter if backed by the pratical assistance heaven has a right to expect from sensible mortals.

There is in the end no remedy but truth. It is the one course that cannot be evil.