To persecute Makes a faith hated, and is furthermore No perfect witness of a perfect faith In him who persecutes.
Alfred Tennyson
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
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What use to brood? This life of mingled pains And joys to me, Despite of every Faith and Creed, remains The Mystery.
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For nothing worthy proving can be proven, Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise, Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!
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In our windy world What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
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