I don't mean to defend zoos. Close them all down if you want (and let us hope that what wildlife remains can survive in what is left of the natural world). I know zoos are no longer in people's good g...
Hijau adalah warna yang indah. Warna Islam. Warna kesukaanku.
Kalau begitu, apa gunanya punya akal, Richard Parker?Apakah sekadar untuk memenuhi kebutuhan sehari-hari —- mencari makanan, pakaian, dan atap untuk berteduh?Kenapa akal tak bisa memberikan jawaban-ja...
The holy word is story, and story is the holy word.
Kalau kita, para warga negara, tidak memberikan dukungan kepada seniman-seniman kita, berarti kita telah mengorbankan imajinasi kita di altas realitas yang kejam, dan pada akhirnya kita jadi tidak per...
Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
Religion is more than rite and ritual.
Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body.
…nature as a whole was an exceptionally fine illustration of science.
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity – it’s envy.
At moments of wonder, it is easy to avoid small thinking, to entertain thoughts that span the universe, that capture both thunder and tinkle, thick and thin, the near and the far.
When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival.
So tell me, since it makes no factual difference to you and you can't prove the question either way, which story do you prefer? Which is the better story, the story with animals or the story without a...
It's not atheists who get stuck in my caw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for awhile. We all must pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we... But we must move on....
Ageing is not easy, Sennhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology. It starts well. It's a most desirable disease. One wouldn't want to do without it. It's...
Let that be a reminder to you that the past is one thing, but what we make of it, the conclusions we draw, is another. History can be many things, depending on how we read it, just as the future can b...
This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god—and in a hot place, at that—with a stride like any human stride, the sandal reaching just above the rocks along the way; and when He splurged on transpor...
These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy...walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think, 'Business as usual.' But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a differ...
If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe?
I was giving up. I would have given up - if a voice hadn't made itself heard in my heart. The voice said I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare. I will beat the odds, as gr...