"I certainly should not."
"And if you were immortal here on earth, and the neglect of some probably, or (we will say) only possibly, true information in relation to some vital interest might affect it through that whole immortality, you would consider it prudent to act on almost no probability at all, on the very faintest presumption of the truth?"
"I must in honesty agree with you so far."
"What does your scepticism promise you, if it be well founded?
Much happiness?"
"To me none; rather the contrary; and to none, I think, can it promise much."
"And if Christianity be true,—for I speak only of that,—I know there is not in your estimate any other religion that comes into competition with it—immortal felicity, immortal misery, depends on it?"
"Yes; it cannot be denied."
"You admit that scepticism may be false, even though it has a thousand to one in its favor; for by its very principles you know nothing, and can know nothing, on the subjects to which its doubts extend?"
"I acknowledge it."
"And Christianity may be true by the very same reasoning, though the chances be only as one to a thousand?"