Faith, indeed, has up to the present not been able to move real mountains…. But it can put mountains where there are none.
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
Sometimes, as practice for trying to convince myself that God exists, I try to convince my shadow that the sun exists.
To accept on faith is the basic requirement for getting on with life.
In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don’t.
If you listed all the reasons for your faith, and all the things that make you cry, it would be essentially the same list.
Faith… must be enforced by reason…. When faith becomes blind it dies.
What is certainty but the refuge of those whose faith is not strong enough to entertain doubt.
Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.
Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.