<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> [Lord,] you made us for yourself and our hearts find no peace until they rest in you. Augustine - Confessions I, 1

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> Worry is a misuse of imagination. Unknown

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> They thought him wise and thoughtful simply because they were charmed by his manner of speech. I have known men of another sort, who look with suspicion and are unwilling to accept it if it is presented in fine, rounded phrases. But in your wonderful, secret way, my God, you had already taught me that a statement is not necessarily true because it is wrapped in fine language or false because it is awkwardly expressed or false because it was finely spoken…wisdom and folly are like different kinds of foods. Some are wholesome and others are not, but both can be served equally well on the finest china dish or the meanest earthenware. In just the same way, wisdom and folly can be clothed alike in plain words or the finest flowers of speech. Augustine - Confessions V, 6

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> It was truly said, the best counselors are dead: books will speak plain when counselors flatter. Francis Bacon, Of the True and Great Kingdoms

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> …the unexamined life is not worth living— Plato, Apology

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> …you see all things, Lord, and yet you keep silence because you are patient and full of compassion and can tell no lie. Will you be silent forever? This very day you are ready to rescue from this fearsome abyss any soul that searches for you, any man who says from the depths of his heart, I have eyes only for you; I long, Lord for your presence; for the soul that is blinded by wicked passions is far from you and cannot see your face. Augustine - Confessions I, 18

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> The end then of learning is to repair the ruins of our first parents by regaining to know God aright, and out of that knowledge to love him, to imitate him, to be like him, as we may the nearest by possessing our souls of the virtue, which being united to the heavenly grace of faith make up the highest perfection. John Milton, Of Education

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> It is true that a little philosophy incline man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy brings man’s minds about to religion. Francis Bacon, Of Superstition

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> …only in you do I find a safe haven for my mind, a gathering-place for my scattered parts, where no portion of me can depart from you. And sometimes you allow me to experience a feeling quite unlike my normal state, an inward sense of delight which if it were to reach perfection in me, would be something not encountered in this life, though what it is I cannot tell. But my heavy burden of distress drags me down again to earth. Again I become a prey to my habits. Augustine, Confessions, V, 40

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<aside> <img src="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" alt="/icons/bookmark-outline_gray.svg" width="40px" /> The hungry sheep look up and are not fed. John Milton, Lysias (1627)

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