For millions of Christians, nevertheless, God is no more real than He is to the non-Christian. They go through life trying to love an ideal and be loyal to a mere principle.

Love never comes without wounds; faith never comes without failure.

We do not have to understand in order to believe that behind the mystery and the fascination there is love.

May love fill your heart, compassion guide your mind, faith rule your soul.

Faith shows us that we are never alone. Transformation helps us to love the mystery.

One hope no sooner dies in us but another rises up in its stead. We are apt to fancy that we shall be happy and satisfied if we possess ourselves of such and such particular enjoyments; but either by reason of their emptiness, or the natural inquietude of the mind, we have no sooner gained one point, but we extend our hopes to another. We still find new inviting scenes and landscapes lying behind those which at a distance terminated our view.

To be an atheist requires an indefinitely greater measure of faith than to recieve all the great truths which atheism would deny.

While there is hope, do not distrust the gods;

If thy hope be any thing worth, it will purify thee from thy sins.

I don't have to have faith, I have experience.

Apparently, 'charity, hope, and faith' are also the names of three martyred Catholic saints.

Besides, now I was thinking there just might be a God after all—that would explain who was currently fucking with my whole notion of reality.