I not only hate and scorn non-belief, but do not see any possibility of living without belief, and even less possibility of dying without it. And little by little I am building my own beliefs, but they are all, though firm, very indefinite and unconsoling. When the intelligence asks, they answer well; but when the heart aches and begs for an answer, there is no support or consolation. With my intellectual demands and answers given by the Christian religion I am in the situation of two hands which would like to join, but the fingers collide.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Tolstoy on Faith
Here's an excerpt of a letter Count Leo Tolstoy wrote to his sister-in-law in 1876, not long after his conversion: