Our destiny is to be so intimately united with God that, as the mystics say, we not only see God's face but also see with God's face.

I want to give moral relativism the good spanking it deserves.

The heart is like a woman, and the head is like a man, and although man is the head of woman, woman is the heart of man, and she turns man's head because she turns his heart.

Today, idols are not made of wood, stone, or brass. They are made of money, sex, and power.

To those of you who would classify yourselves as conservatives I would say, meditate long and hard on Jesus' saying "Whatever you do to the least of these you have done to me".

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

But how can we love someone if we don't like him? Easy-we do it to ourselves all the time. We don't always have tender, comfortable feelings about ourselves; sometimes we feel foolish, stupid, asinine, or wicked. But we always love ourselves: we always seek our own good. Indeed, we feel dislike toward ourselves, we berate ourselves, precisely because we love ourselves; because we care about our good, we are impatient with our bad.