Like white light refracted through a prism and split into many colors, God's eternal love-nature, expressed through the prism of time, becomes God's multicolored love story. History is His story.

In an age that has thrown off all tradition, the only rebellion possible is orthodoxy.

Only saints can save the world. And only our own sins can stop us from being saints.

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

Don't be more serious than God. God invented dog farts.

Life is always fatal. No one gets out of it alive

Now if the religious skeptic is right, we can know nothing about God. And if we can know nothing about God, how can we know God so well that we can know that he cannot be known? How can we know that God cannot and did not reveal himself—and perhaps even through human reason?