I have learned that human existence is essentially tragic. It is only the love of God, disclosed and enacted in Christ, that redeems the human tragedy and makes it tolerable. No, more than tolerable. Wonderful.

Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief.

We are all alike, on the inside.

You cannot have a theory without principles. Principles is another name for prejudices.

Against a diseased imagination demonstration goes for nothing.

The soul and substance of what customarily ranks as patriotism is moral cowardice -- and always has been.

Denial is much more then an Egyptian River.