God loves atheists. The former ones make the most compelling theists because they're so empirically familiar with how atheists think.

Some of the simplest of truths are also some of the most difficult of truths, but such is Christianity: 'If it's not about Christ, it's not about life.

Women rescue men just as much as, if not more than, men rescue women.

The petty man wants to use God for himself; the ambitious man wants God to use him for God.

The most fragile, unhappy people destine themselves to live lives of constantly reminding themselves to be happy.

Pretentiousness isn't always just big words and meaningless jargon, but also pretty words that either when put into action don't mean beans or hurt you in the long run. Oftentimes, the former appeals to the intellect whereas the latter appeals to the heart.

To me it seems that too many young women of this time share the same creed. 'Live, laugh, love, be nothing but happy, experience everything, et cetera et cetera.' How monotonous, how useless this becomes. What about the honors of Joan of Arc, Beauvoir, Stowe, Xena, Princess Leia, or women that would truly fight for something other than just their own emotions?

The best of fiction, as we know, of course, doesn't tell the truth; it tales the truth.

Reason begets honesty, and honesty, if given its head, begets confidence; so consequently, there is a sort of grand authority in the stances of those who know why they are standing.