How bitterly they despise me! just see how your sheep are torn apart and despoiled, and by those gangsters I have named, bound to the last man by the inimical mind of Coroticus. Far away from the love of God is the man who betrays my Christians into the hands of the Scotti and Picts. 'Ravenous wolves' have gulped down the Lord's own flock, which was flourishing in Ireland and tended with utmost care.

Can it be out of the kindness of my heart that I carry out such a labor of mercy on a people who once captured me when they wrecked my father's house and carri…

I grieve for you, how I mourn for you, who are so very dear to me, but again I can rejoice within my heart, not for nothing 'have I labored,' neither has my ex…

It would take too long to discuss or argue every single case, or to sift through the whole of the Law for precise witness against such greed. Sufficient to say…

It (reconciliation) must be allowed to grow through a shared understanding of what we all want and where we are all heading.

'With the dried blood stiff on my temples I climbed the hill, cursing the satanic way of men, yet knowing myself vile, for they had not known what they were do…

We like rather to dream of a body of young men as a live thing, as a tree where all the branches are nourished by a single sap, and where each part is meaningl…