They do say that God protects fools—but I think even the Almighty will lose patience now and then.
There is a fine line sometimes, between justice and brutality.
The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle dew from heaven…
The past is gone—the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.
The mountains had their own time, and a wise man did not try to hurry them.
The most irritating thing about clichés, I decided, was how frequently they were true.
The most important thing I’ve learned about women, Sassenach, is which one to choose.
The law’s a necessary evil—we canna be doing without it—but do ye not think it a poor substitute for conscience?
The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades, no matter that the child is a good deal larger than her mother, and a woman—if a young one—in her own right.
The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don’t come back from. Say ye so, a nighean? True, the body’s easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled—yet there’s that in a man that is never destroyed.
That’s what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye’d otherwise have to confess.
That loving and wanting weren’t necessarily the same thing.