All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.

—Then, said Cranly, you do not intend to become a protestant?—I said that I had lost the faith, Stephen answered, but not that I had lost self-respect. What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light...