“And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.”

“The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.”

“. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .”

“But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve,He taught and first he followed it himself.”

“And once he had got really drunk on wine,Then he would speak no language but Latin.”

“Ful wys is he that kan himselve knowe.”

“Suddenly Adam (Upton) hated death just as much as he hated life, and now he had absolutely no idea how to unsolve that equation.-- From my upcoming novel "Streaks of Blue: How the Angels of Newtown Inspired One Girl to Save Her School.”