Once a young Italian who did not believe in God or soul was travelling with me in the same ship, and he thought that perhaps I was a priest. He asked, "Do you believe in anything?" "Yes" I said. "What is your belief?" I answered, "It cannot be said." Since he was antagonistic he said, "I do not believe in anything. If there is anything in which I believe, it is in eternal matter." I replied, "My belief is not far from yours. What you call eternal matter I call eternal spirit. What you have named matter I have named spirit."