Faith
Faith walks simply, childlike, between the darkness of human life and the hope of what is to come.
Doubt is a necessity of the mind, faith of the heart.
Faith is not belief. Belief is passive. Faith is active.
Faith is a curious thing. It must be renewed; it has its own spring.
Faith is that quality or power by which the things desired become the things possessed.
If it can be verified, we don’t need faith—Faith is for that which lies on the other side of reason. Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.
If there be a faith that can remove mountains, it is faith in one’s own power.
The prayer that reforms the sinner and heals the sick is an absolute faith that all things are possible to God.
It seems to me that in our time faith in God is the same thing as faith in good and the ultimate triumph of good over evil.
