The vast empty regions separating the faint stars suggests not so much creation from nothing, but creation of nothing—the calling into being of nonbeing.
A secular and a religious society are equally profane, for a secular society banishes the sacred, while a religious society defiles it with the human.
An everlasting heavenly banquet would weary us with bliss and make us wish our souls were in the coffin with our bodies.
For a fallen Marine, a heaven of harps would be hell.
Missionaries are like God's software patch to fix a faulty program.