Conscience is thus explained only as the voice of God in the soul.

No age has been more prone to confuse the sin with the sinner, not by hating the sinner along with the sin but by loving the sin along with the sinner. We often use "compassion" as an equivalent for moral relativism.

The womb is like an altar, it's the place where God continually comes into the world and does what only God can do...create.

Faith is not like bottled water but like rain. Its destiny is not just to be kept and held but to make something visible grow.

Live in robust sanity, in holy obedience to the ordinary." (The Message) "In an insane asylum like the world, simple sanity can be a heroic achievement.

Love is faith's flower, hope is its stem. Grace comes into us by faith, like water through the roots of a tree. It rises in us by hope, like sap rising through the trunk of a tree. And it matures in us by [love] as fruit matures on a tree's branches, fruit for the neighbor's eating.

Like apes, we breed, sleep, and die. Yet like God we say, "I am." We are ontological oxymorons.