The trouble with being a priest was that you eventually had to take the advice you gave to others.

One should be embarrassed to speak of God in the third person.

Bless me Father, I ate a lizard.

I'm not so sure he's mad, Father. Just a little devious in his sanity.

....to abuse the intellect for reasons of pride, vanity, or escape from responsibility, is the fruit of that same tree.

But neither infinite power nor infinite wisdom could bestow godhood upon men. For that there would have to be infinite love as well.

Listen, my dear Cors, why don't you forgive God for allowing pain? If He didn't allow it, human courage, bravery, nobility, and self-sacrifice would all be meaningless things.

That's where all of us are standing now, he thought. On the fat kindling of past sins.

Soon the sun will set'- is that prophecy? No, it's merely an assertion of faith in the consistency of events.

When you tire of living, change itself seems evil, does it not? for then any change at all disturbs the deathlike peace of the life-weary.

Because a doubt is not a denial. Doubt is a powerful tool, and it should be applied to history.

If God created us in his own image, we have more than reciproc

Men love war because it allows them to look serious because it is the only thing that stops women laughing at them.

I like Strahan a lot. I've known him for years. He was a Giant here - in many ways. Had a big following with the New York Giants. He's very funny. He's got a great sense of humor.

Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me; Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.

Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath.

I'm covered with loser dust.

The bad news was that the yard contained a dog. A very, very large dog, wide and hairy, like a cross between a rottweiler and a Goodyear blimp.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.

Brethren, do not become children in sense: but in malice be children, and in sense be perfect.