All human beings have a right to life. Our unborn children are members of the human race. They're human beings, so they have a right to life.

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.

A pure heart means a single heart, a heart in which only one desire lives: love.

The civilization you sit in ... is now obvious in crisis, perhaps death pangs, twisting grotesquely like a dying animal, swirling down the garbage drain-this civilization was founded on God's road map.

Reason alone cannot give you a whole steak, but it sure helps with identifying bologna.

It is easier to compare concrete things in a fictional story with concrete things in real life than it is to compare abstractions with concrete things in real life (though both are honorable and necessary things to do).