Religion, poetry, music, imagination, and even some of the more exalted forms of passion, flourish in the same soil, and are, I sometimes think, different manifestations of the same thing.

Do you know it is ridiculous to hear you talk of having lost your faith, because I don't believe it.

At the worst it has gone to sleep, and will wake up again one day.

Possibly you may not accept some particular form of faith, but I tell you frankly that to reject all religion simply because you cannot understand it, is nothing but a form of atrocious spiritual vanity.

Your mind is too big for you, Miss Granger: it has run away with you, but you know it is tied by a string--it cannot go far.