...it all, maybe, most likely, indeed, might turn out for the best.

Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from faith. If the realist once believes, then he is bound by his very realism to admit the miraculous also.

The more you succeed in loving, the more you'll be convinced at the existence of God and the immortality of your soul.

From a hundred rabbits you can't make a horse.

Even there, in the mines, underground, I may find a human heart in another convict and murderer by my side, and I may make friends with him, for even there one may live and love and suffer. One may thaw and revive a frozen heart in that convict, one may wait upon him for years, and at last bring up from the dark depths a lofty soul, a feeling, suffering creature; one may bring forth an angel, create a hero! There are so many of them, hundreds of them, and we are all to blame for them. [...] If they drive God from the earth, we shall shelter Him underground.

No, evidently habit means a lot. The devil knows what habit can do to a person.