In this Labyrinth of terrors, fain would He have taken his refuge in the gloom of Atheism: Fain would He have denied the soul's immortality; have persuaded himself that when his eyes once closed, they would never more open, and that the same moment would annihilate his soul and body.
Even this resource was refused to him.

To permit his being blind to the fallacy of this belief, his knowledge was too extensive, his understanding too solid and just.

He could not help feeling the existence of a God.

Those truths, once his comfort, now presented themselves before him in the clearest light; But they only served to drive him to distraction.

They destroyed his ill-grounded hopes of escaping punishment; and dispelled by the irresistible brightness of Truth and convinction, Philosophy's deceitful vapours faded away like a dream.
In anguish almost too great for mortal frame to bear, He expected the time when He was again to be examined.