The child learns to believe a host of things. I.e. it learns to act according to these beliefs. Bit by bit there forms a system of what is believed, and in that system some things stand unshakeably fast and some are more or less liable to shift. What stands fast does so, not because it is intrinsically obvious or convincing; it is rather held fast by what lies around it.[Das Kind lernt eine Menge Dinge glauben. D.h. es lernt z.B. nach diesem Glauben handeln. Es bildet sich nach und nach ein System von Geglaubtem heraus, und darin steht manches unverrückbar fest, manches ist mehr oder weniger beweglich. Was feststeht, tut dies nicht, weil es an sich offenbar oder einleuchtend ist, sondern es wird von dem, was darum herumliegt, festgehalten.]
The belief in an external world independent of the perceiving subject is the basis of all natural science.
Once she knows how to read there’s only one thing you can teach her to believe in – and that is herself.
Men tend to have the beliefs that suit their passions. Cruel men believe in a cruel god and use their belief to excuse cruelty. Only kindly men believe in a kindly god, and they would be kindly in any case.
In our country we must trust the people to hear and see both the good and the bad and to choose the good.
I never fail to do my very best, and to do so with all my strength. Well, God will make all things right. I have a project in my head, for the success of which I daily pray to God. If it be His almighty will, it must come to pass; but, if not, I am quite contented. I shall then at all events have done my part.
He who Doubts from what he sees, will ne’er Believe, do what you Please. If the Sun and Moon should doubt, they’d immediately Go out.
For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they once dearly affected, when he himself, scarcely less separated from his old world than they, is for ever lingering upon past emotions and bygone times, and hovering, the ghost of his former self, about the places and people that warmed his heart of old?
For a time I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the Zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen—skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.