But it doesn't matter a tuppenny damn what one believes in, so long as it's worth believing in.
It's faith, sonny, that does it.

Faith and purpose." "You're right," said Paul.

"Faith and purpose." "I believed in yer from the very first, when you were sitting down reading Sir Walter with the bead and tail off.

And I believed in yer when yer used to tell about being 'born to great things!" Paul laughed.

"That was all childish rubbish," said he.
"Rubbish ?" cried the old man, his head more crooked, his eyes more bright, his gaunt old figure more twisted than ever.