The vision Donald Trump has articulated to Make America Great Again means a stronger America at home and abroad.

I'm a Christian, a conservative and a Republican, in that order.

I - do I believe in evolution? I embrace the view that God created the heavens and the earth, the seas and all that's in them.

Human cloning is coming.

While that amendment failed, human cloning continues to advance and the breakthrough in this unethical and morally questionable science is around the corner.

This isn't the old days where you can just say stuff and people will believe it.

I want to be very clear - there will be no path to legalization.

Power is an instrument of fatal consequence. It is confined no more readily than quicksilver, and escapes good intentions as easily as air flows through mesh.

Adult stem cell research has produced some 67 medical miracles.

I never thought I'd live to see the day that an American administration would denounce the state of Israel for rebuilding Jerusalem.

I long for the day that "Roe v. Wade" is sent to the ash heap of history.

By changing our history and our memory, they try to erase all our shame.

By believing in an imaginary invisible supernatural entity, humans may become good citizens. But this is not religion. This is merely an illusion of religion.

I do believe that you don't have to act like a man to be strong. You can still be feminine.

People tend to fear the ghosts in their own family. You feel these family curses and think, 'If it happened to my father, it could happen to me.'

Belief is a good thing in principle, but an annoying thing in human beings.

To be perfectly frank: I don't write women's fiction. I write intimate, gritty, realistic, character-driven fiction that happens to be thrown into the women's fiction category.

If you are resentful, you keep the thing alive. So the way to go on is to get rid of it, in order to forgive in order to forget.

A good opportunity is seldom presented, and is easily lost.

To seek, beneath the universal strife, the hidden harmony of things.

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.