In every decision there must be some regrets.
Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.
God, nevertheless, required a little help from men, and what he mostly got was hindrance.
Meet every man as you find him, for we're all made the same under habit, robe or rags. Some better made than others, and some better cared for, but on the same pattern, all.
Even grief has its arrogance. Then you have learned, my son, that vengeance belongs only to God? More than that, Father, said Luc. I have learned that in God’s hands vengeance is safe. However long de...
It was a matter of principle, or perhaps of honour, with Brother Cadfael, when a door opened before him suddenly and unexpectedly, to accept the offer and walk through it. He did so with even more ala...
There are as holy persons outside orders as ever there are in, and not to trifle with truth, as good men out of the Christian church as most I've met within it. In the Holy Land I've known Saracens I’...
Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.
When I want to hear my echo, said Brother Cadfael, I will at least speak first.
Now have ado with a man!
I have been about the world long enough to know that God’s plans for us, however infallibly good, may not take the form that we expect and demand.
Nothing learned is ever quite wasted.
It is a time for quietness and prayer. Death is present with us every day of our lives, it behooves us to take note of its nearness, not as a threat, but as our common experience on the way to grace....
Say your prayers, think quietly what you should do, do it, and sleep. There is no man living, neither king nor emperor, can do more or better, or trust in a better harvest.
My monk had to be a man of wide worldly experience and an inexhaustible fund of resigned tolerance for the human condition. His crusading and seafaring past, with all its enthusiasms and disillusionme...
Meet every man as you find him, for we’re all made the same under habit or robe or rags. Some better made than others, and some better cared for, but on the same pattern all. But
I do believe I begin to grasp the nature of miracles! For would it be a miracle, if there was any reason for it? Miracles have nothing to do with reason. Miracles contradict reason, they strike clean...
The trouble with me, he thought unhappily, is that I have been about the world long enough to know that God's plans for us, however infallibly good, may not take the form we expect and demand.
So Rhun had arrived at the last frontier of belief, and fallen, or emerged, or soared into the region where the soul realises that pain is of no account, that to be within the secret of God is more th...