Religious communities cooperate better than nonreligious communities and therefore flourish more readily. This is a scientific fact!
The mind of had the ability to alter the state of matter itself, and, more important, the mind had the power to encourage the physical world to move in a specific direction.
I can’t wait for this to come out in October!
From the Crusades, to the Inquisition, to American politics – the name Jesus had been hijacked as an ally in all kinds of power struggles.
Atheism is simply an admission of the obvious.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
Shaped like an enormous horseshoe, the Louvre was the longest building in Europe, stretching farther than three Eiffel Towers laid end to end.
You should not have run.
Manly P. Hall: If the infinite had not desired man to be wise, he would not have bestowed upon him the faculty of knowing.
Around their necks hung ceremonial jewels that glistened like.
Langdon felt a chill. This killer is here for both of us.
The promises of science have not been kept. Promises of efficiency and simplicity have bred nothing but pollution and chaos.
Churchill. Langdon needed a moment to realize she was referring to none other than Winston Churchill himself, the celebrated British statesman who, in addition to being a military hero, historian, orator, and Nobel Prize–winning author, was an artist of remarkable talent. Langdon now recalled Edmond quoting the British prime minister once in response to a comment someone made about religious people hating him: You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something!
He had also forgotten that iron brands, just like rubber stamps, never looked like their imprints. They were in reverse. Langdon had been looking at the brand’s negative.
Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor along with.
There will be time to mourn, Langdon told himself, fighting back intense emotion. Now is the time for action.
Female intuition was a potent instinct that she had learned to trust.
A focused thought could affect literally anything.
It is God’s will!” someone was yelling, his voice echoing in the Sistine Chapel. “Who but the chosen one could have survived that diabolical explosion?” “Me,” a voice reverberated from the back of the chapel.
Right guy, wrong timing.