The voices of cold reason were talking, as usual, to deaf ears.
The mountains of today are the molehills of tomorrow.
I have always known that the best of the Saracens could out-Christian many of us Christians.
as roads go, the road home is as good as any.
Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.
You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you.