Every catastrophe begins with a little problem that doesn’t get fixed.
Philip knelt before the altar and stayed there a moment, conscious that righteous indignation was not the appropriate state of mind for a worshiper. When he had cooled down a little he rose and passed on.
What we did in that momentous year of 1558 caused political strife, revolt, civil war, and invasion. There were times, in later years, when in the depths of despair I would wonder whether it had been worth it. The simple idea that people should be allowed to worship as they wished caused more suffering than the ten plagues of Egypt. So, if I had known then what I know now, would I have done the same? Hell yes.
Excessive pride is a familiar sin, but a man may just easily frustrate the will of God through excessive humility. – Cuthbert Whitehead.
The working class are more numerous than the ruling class, and stronger. They depend on us for everything. We provide their food and build their houses and make their clothes, and without us they die. They can’t do anything unless we let them.
He had been angry for years about the disgraceful way the priory was run, and now he had a chance to set all those things right himself. Suddenly he was not sure he could. It was not just a question of seeing what ought to be done and ordering that it should be so. People had to be persuaded, property had to be managed, money had to be found. It was a job for a wise head. The responsibility would be heavy.
Arrogance was the vice of good leaders. – Prior Philip.
Ma and Pa had taught their sons to keep themselves fresh by bathing at least once a year.
It was amazing, Philip thought, how a clear case of injustice could come to seem evenly balanced when argued at the court.
Perhaps it was irresponsible, Tom thought, to turn down that dull job in Exeter and go looking for a cathedral to build; but I’ve always been able to feed them all, despite my recklessness.
And so, Aldred thought, great ones sin with impunity while lesser men are brutally chastised.
It’s hard to be a woman, she thought. You love your baby with all your heart and soul, and then one day he just leaves.
Edgar’s family believed in plans. His father had often said that you had to build the entire boat in your imagination before picking up the first piece of timber.
And that would be sufficient, if we lived in a world that was ruled by laws.” Aldred sat on a stool, leaned forward, and spoke quietly. “But the man matters more than the law, as you know.
She had wanted cities, music, people, ideas. Now the desire for those things had left her, and she could not understand how she had ever wanted them. Peace was all a human being ought to ask for, it seemed to her.
We never forgive those we’ve wronged.
A fool was just a fool, but a fool in the White House was the most dangerous person in the world.
It was a bold request, but she hated delay: an hour turned into a day, and a day turned into a week, and bright ideas died from lack of oxygen.
Like so many parties, this one was work for a lot of the guests.
A cathedral, like a symphony, has a coherent plan, its windows and arches form rhythms, its decorations have themes and tell stories, but the whole thing is so rich that at first it overwhelms us.