If there is a God, there is a map. If God has a map, his map is the true map.

Our culture has filled our heads but emptied our hearts, stuffed our wallets but starved our wonder. It has fed our thirst for facts but not for meaning or mystery. It produces "nice" people, not heroes.

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

Only God may be adored, because only God is unlimited goodness, truth, and beauty, and thus only God deserves unlimited love.

The best answer to the problem of evil is not one so much found on paper but on wood.

Protestants believe that the sacraments are like ladders that God gave to us by which we can climb up to Him. Catholics believe that they are like ladders that God gave to Himself by which He climbs down to us.

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