Faith (n.) is the only remedy for anguish for the intelligent man, while the fool is cured by “reason,” “progress,” alcohol, work.
Faith (n.) is not a conviction we ought to defend, but a conviction we do not succeed in defending ourselves against.
Faith (n.) is not a conviction we possess, but a conviction that possesses us.
Faith (n.) is not an explanation, but rather confidence that the explication ultimately exists.
Faith (n.) is not assent to concepts, but a sudden splendor that knocks us down.
Faith (n.) is not knowledge of the object. But communication with it.
Faith (n.) is not mutilated by skeptism; it is pruned by it.
Faith (n.) is part intuition and part wager.
Faith (n.) is what allows us to wander astray into any idea without losing the way out.