Personally, I believe in nothing which I cannot fully explain and understand.
'Faith,' in your sense of the word, has no place in my vocabulary.

I was a very small boy when my faith took to itself wings and flew away; and, curiously enough, it was while I was singing lustily, in the village church at Dinglevale: 'As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be; world without end, Amen'!" "It will come back again," said Helen.

"Dick, I know it will come back.
Some day you will come to me and you will say: 'It has come back.' The thrusting hand and the prying finger are the fashion nowadays, I know.
But the grand old faith which will win out in the end, is the faith which stands with clasped hands, in deepest reverence of belief; and, lifting adoring eyes, is not ashamed to say to the revelation of a Risen Christ: 'My Lord and my God!'" Dick stirred uneasily in his chair.
"We have got off the subject," he said, "and it's about time we looked up Ronnie.

But, first of all: how much of all this do you mean to tell Ronnie ?" "Nothing whatever, if I can help it," replied Helen.

"So far as I know, I hope, after this morning, never to mention the subject again." "I think you are wise.