Who needs Satan when you have a God like this?

The born-again gospel promises joy and peace of mind, but it does so by prolonging childhood.

Fundamentalism fills you with answers before you even think to ask the questions.

The Holy Bible. Promoting ignorance and superstition for nearly 2000 years.

"You ask me how I know he lives?" asks the revival chorus. "He lives within my heart." Exactly! A figment.

Speculation is not knowledge.

By itself, 1 Corinthians 15 just wouldn't mean much. He wants the appearances of 1 Corinthians 15:3-11 to be read as if they had in parentheses after them 'See Luke 24; Matthew 28; John 21.'

Today's Politically Correct "historical Jesuses" are no different, being mere clones of the scholars who design them.

"Heresy," by the way, simply means "choice." It came to mean "thoughtcrime," implying it was blasphemy to presume to choose your own belief instead of swallowing what the bishops spoonfed you.

The Koran was assembled from a variety of prior Hagarene texts (hence the contradictions re Jesus' death) in order to provide the Moses-like Muhammad with a Torah of his own.

Fundamentalists offer us a "loving" God who is some kind of divine stalker.

She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.

I know where I’ve come from. I know why I’m here. I know where I’m going—and I have peace in my heart. His peace floods my heart and overwhelms my soul!

How well you cross a storm of life determines your testimony about it

We are optimists, until we are not.

Defeatism is the wretchedest of policies.

Don't just think, do.

I do not believe we can blame genetics for adultery, homosexuality, dishonesty and other character flaws.

There never was found a man who had courage to acknowledge himself a coward.

I am somebody. I am me. And I don't need anybody to make me somebody.

Sorry for hurting you, she said right in my ear, but it wasn't really an apology, because you don't bite someone's earlobe to tell them you're sorry.