Any error about creation also leads to an error about God.

The things that we love tell us what we are.

To pretend angels do not exist because they are invisible is to believe we never sleep because we don't see ourselves sleeping.

The greatest kindness one can render to any man consists in leading him from error to truth.

We must love them both, those whose opinions we share and those whose opinions we reject, for both have labored in the search for truth, and both have helped us in finding it.

Man cannot live without joy; therefore when he is deprived of true spiritual joys it is necessary that he become addicted to carnal pleasures.

For those with faith, no evidence is necessary; for those without it, no evidence will suffice.

If you can live amid injustice without anger, you are immoral as well as unjust.

To love is to will the good of the other.

Nothing created has ever been able to fill the heart of man. God alone can fill it infinitely.

How can we live in harmony? First we need to know we are all madly in love with the same God.

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.

If we are truly created equal then surely the love we commit to one another must be equal as well

Until we give God our heart, we give Him nothing at all.

The world of spying is my genre. My struggle is to demystify, to de-romanticise the spook world, but at the same time harness it as a good story.

I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes.

Your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.

Everybody says, TV is great, the writer has so much power. I'm still trying to convince myself that's true. When do the writers ever have power? Ever? They don't. Even in the book industry.

Just because you have a group of scientists who stood up and said here is the fact. Galileo got outvoted for a spell.

All tedious research is worth one inspired moment.

O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip Hath virgined it e'er since.