You just keep pushing. You just keep pushing. I made every mistake that could be made. But I just kept pushing.

Bad books engender bad habits, but bad habits engender good books.

Neither divine grace nor natural knowledge ever diminishes freedom.

We call infinite that thing whose limits we have not perceived, and so by that word we do not signify what we understand about a thing, but rather what we do not understand.

What then is the source of my errors? They are owing simply to the fact that, since the will extends further than the intellect, I do not contain the will within the same boundaries; rather, I also extend it to things I do not understand. Because the will is indifferent in regard to such matters, it easily turns away from the true and the good; and in this way I am deceived and I sin.

The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.

Nothing is more fairly distributed than common sense: no one thinks he needs more of it than he already has.