At least you believe in something. [Even if it was the laws currently proven by something tangible. Of course, the power of belief was interesting despite not being tangible or explainable at times.] I was born to a Catholic household if that's what you're asking. But no, I don't believe in good and evil; I believe in the potential of people.

[He moved down the hallway after the sudden turn and nearly dropped into a hole but caught himself with an exaggerated windmill of his arms and leaning against the wall suddenly. He carefully felt and looked ahead and then moved down the drop and up the other side, turning to regard House.] I suspect when I stop being able to handle it is when the fun really begins. It will either destroy me, or it will destroy anyone close to me.