Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Bitter Though It May Be To Many, Cadfael Concluded, There Is No Substitute For Truth, In This Or Any Case.

Even A Saint May Take Pleasure, In Retrospect, In Having Been Once Desired

The Mountains Of Today Are The Molehills Of Tomorrow.

Truth, Like The Burgeoning Of A Bulb Under The Soil, However Deeply Sown, Will Make Its Way To The Light.

Nothing Is More Pleasing And Engaging Than The Sense Of Having Conferred Benefits. Not Even The Gratification Of Receiving Them.