"Helen," he said, "I have wanted to speak to you of this; I have wanted to show you the truth.

You will not say you cannot believe in hell (in justice, Helen) when I prove"-- "Don't prove," she interrupted him, putting her hand softly across his lips, "don't let us argue.

Oh, a theological argument seems to me sacrilege, and dogma can never be an antidote for doubt, John.

I must believe what my own soul asserts, or I am untrue to myself.

I must begin with that truth, even if it keeps me on the outskirts of the great Truth.
Don't you think so, dear?
And I do not believe in hell.