Without the interpretation of the universe by man to the glory of God the whole world would be meaningless

The only proof for the existence of God is that without God you couldn't prove anything.

The Bible is authoritative on everything of which it speaks. Moreover, it speaks of everything.

The picture of fallen man as given in Scripture is that he knows God but does not want to recognize Him as God.

He [Christ] came to bring peace, to be sure, but the peace that He came to bring must be built upon the complete destruction of the power of darkness.

It is not kindness to tell patients that need strong medicine that nothing serious is wrong with them.

When man thinks in self-conscious submission to the voluntary revelation of the self-sufficient God, he has therewith the only possible ground of certainty for his knowledge.

Anti-theism presupposes Theism

The Bible is authoritative on everything of which it speaks.Moreover, it speaks of everything.

From the tattered edges of an exhausted mind, inspiration blooms... mental filters disintegrate and walls crumble, as the ocean of creativity washes over everything.

Someone has said that death is not a period, but a comma in the story of life.

Answers? Ha, he would say that. More like riddles, mazes, labyrinths. If there's some power trying to show me the way, it should give better directions.

Was it always my nature to take a bad time and block out the good times until any success became an accident and failure seemed the only truth?

To make a coverage decision, doesn't one have to make a medical judgment?

My little scam in April '85 went like this: Give me $50,000; here's some names of some people we've recruited.

Unshakable faith is only that which can face reason in all human epochs.

If I had time in a bottle, if words could make wishes come true, I'd save everyday for eternity passes. And then I would spend them with you.

The modern essay has regained a good deal of its literary status in our time, much to the credit of Joseph Epstein.

Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?