“There is no greater discovery than seeing God as the author of your destiny.”

Truth cannot be sacrificed at the altar of pretended tolerance. Real tolerance is deference to all ideas, not indifference to the truth.

A man rejects God neither because of intellectual demands nor because of the scarcity of evidence. A man rejects God because of a moral resistance that refuses to admit his need for God.

What I believe in my heart must make sense in my mind.

You cannot have a boundary-less existence, because your neighbor has his own boundaries, and who is going to give you the ethics between the two boundaries? If there is no objective moral law, relativism will take hold, and relativism ultimately will lead to self-destruction.

The primary purpose of a home is to reflect and to distribute the love of Christ. Anything that usurps that is idolatrous.

When we look into the human heart we see the lust, the greed, the hate, the pride, the anger, and the jealousies that are so destructive. This is at the heart of the human predicament, and the Scriptures call this condition sin.

Beginning well is a momentary thing; finishing well is a lifelong thing.

What we need is not a religion that is right where we are right, but one that is right where we are wrong.

What does it mean to be human? It means we are created in the image of God for the glorious reality of being in permanent fellowship with Him.

Love is hard work. It is the hardest work I know of, work from which you are never entitled to take a vacation.

Respect for the right of another to be wrong does not mean that the wrong is right.

An argument may remove doubt, but only the Holy Spirit can convict of truth.

Justice is the handmaiden of truth, and when truth dies, justice is buried with it.

The ultimate test of any civilization is how we treat the most vulnerable… what we do to our children. Our world has lost its direction.

To allow God to be God we must follow Him for who He is and what He intends, and not for what we want and what we prefer.

Truth by definition excludes.

The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding silently, and there are a thousand illuminations coming day by day as the work progresses.

Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.

Of the authors writing in English, I’d mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I’m afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.

This fear is one of the horrors of an author’s life. Where does work come from? What chance, what small episode will start the chain of creation?

I’m not a military general, a business guru, not a philosopher or author. It’s only me.

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

I have no illusions concerning the precarious status of my tales and do not expect to become a serious competitor of my favorite weird authors.

Theology made no provision for evolution. The biblical authors had missed the most important revelation of all! Could it be that they were not really privy to the thoughts of God?