There is nothing worse than an enemy with imagination..

A cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed..

For every wound, the ointment of time..

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices..

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime..

We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are….

I'd not want to answer for the lives of other men; not at seventeen, by God's Grace..

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies..

Poor Wales. So far from Heaven, so close to England..

Forget the threat of Hell's infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait - for an eternity.

I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical pla….

Men are born to sin…What does matter most, is not that we err, it is that we do benefit from our mistakes, that we are capable of sincere repentance,….

I inhale hope with every breath I take..

It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was w….

I should like to freeze in time all those I do love, keep them somehow safe from the ravages of the passing years..."Rather like flowers pressed betw….

When does he ever think?" Richard straddled a chair and accepted a wind cup from Raoul. "If he were to sell his brain, he could claim it had never be….

In time of war, the Devil makes more room in Hell..

Richard, might I ask you something? We've talked tonight of what you must do, of what you can do, of what you ought to do.But we've said nothing of w….

Men kill for many reasons, they steal but for one-greed..

Abigail Adams could become my favorite historical sleuth..

Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?.