“But immediately supervened a sharp-stinging doubt.
«Father,» I said, «forgive me, but how am I to know surely that this also is not a part of the lovely dream in which I am now walking with thyself?» «Thou doubtest because thou lovest the truth.
Some would willingly believe life but a phantasm, if only it might for ever afford them a world of pleasant dreams: thou art not of such! Be content for a while not to know surely. The hour will come, and that ere long, when, being true, thou shalt behold the very truth, and doubt will be for ever dead.”