I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.
Deep inside I feel that this world we live in is really a big, huge, monumental symphonic orchestra. I believe that in its primordial form all of creation is sound and that it's not just random sound, that it's music.
And on the third day, God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so that Man could fight the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals.
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC
Pray like it all depends on God. Live like it all depends on you.
We are all pencils in the hand of God.
God was a clever idea ... The human race came up with a winner there.
I am convinced that He [God] does not play dice.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.