Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday.

You can be with your wife, very happily married, and then you meet some woman and you love her. But you love your wife, too. And you also love that one. Or if she's met some man and she loves the man and she loves you. And then you meet somebody else and now there are three of you. Why only one person?

I was walking through the woods, thinking about Christ. If He was a carpenter, I wondered what He charged for bookshelves.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

Have you ever noticed that good people sleep better, but bad people seem to have more fun when they're awake?

I didn't know he was dead; I thought he was British.

Years ago I was on television having a discussion with Billy Graham about atheism. He was saying, even if you're right and I'm wrong, and there's nothing after, I will have had a better life than you, because I do believe there was something. And I couldn't argue with that, even though I wanted to.