I believed in childhood by authority, in youth by sentiment, in my mature years by reason; now I believe because I have always believed.

I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God.

I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.

I believe in the religion of Islam. I believe in Allah and peace.

Belief in God meant belief in the old tribal idol called Jehovah; and I would not pretend I did not know whether it existed or not.

Fundamentalist Christians support Israel because they believe that the final consolidation of Jewish power in the Holy Land — specifically, the rebuilding of Solomon’s temple — will usher in both the Second Coming of Christ and the final destruction of the Jews.

I had a sort of faith during my early life. But devils also have a sort of faith. Still, neither they nor I received the faith of the covenant of promise. Even the apostles had a sort of faith when they were first with Jesus in Cana. Then and there, they “believed on him” in a way. But they did not yet have the faith which overcomes the world.

I truly believe

I believe” means “I trust”. No more must I dream of trusting in myself, I no longer need to justify myself, to excuse myself, to attempt to save and preserve myself. This most profound effort of man to trust to himself, to see himself as in the right, has become pointless. I believe — not in myself — I believe in God the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. So also trust in any sort of authorities, who might offer themselves to me as trustworthy, as an anchor which I ought to hold on to, has become frail and superfluous.

When you believe in a thing, believe in it all the way, implicitly and unquestionable.

Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good.

I believe the promises of God enough to venture an eternity on them

I place trust in God, my creator, in all things; I love Him with all my heart.

I am frequently asked if I have visited Israel, whereas yet, it is simply assumed that I have. Well, I don’t travel. I really don’t, and if I did, I probably wouldn’t visit Israel. I remember how it was in 1948 when Israel was being established and all my Jewish friends were ecstatic, I was not. I said: what are we doing? We are establishing ourselves in a ghetto, in a small corner of a vast Muslim sea. The Muslims will never forget nor forgive, and Israel, as long as it exists, will be embattled. I was laughed at, but I was right. I can’t help but feel that the Jews didn’t really have the right to appropriate a territory only because 2000 years ago, people they consider their ancestors, were living there. History moves on and you can’t really turn it back. (#92 <i>ff.</i>)