The First Key To Wisdom Is Assiduous

The First Key To Wisdom Is Assiduous And Frequent Questioning.

Are You Not Moved To Tears And Bitter Compassion, When You Behold The Only Son Of God Seized By The Most Impious, Dragged Away, Mocked, Scourged, Buffeted, Spit Upon, Crowned With Thorns, Hung Upon The Infamous Cross Between Two Thieves, Finally In Such A Horrible And Execrable Manner Suffering Death, For Your Salvation And That Of The World?

Language Is Generated By The Intellect And Generates The Intellect.

It Is By Doubting That We Come To Investigate, And By Investigating That We Recognize The Truth.

I Had Wished To Find In Philosophy And Religion A Remedy For My Disgrace; I Searched Out An Asylum To Secure Me From Love... Duty, Reason And Decency, Which Upon Other Occasions Have Some Power Over Me, Are Here Useless. The Gospel Is A Language I Do Not Understand When It Opposes My Passion... But When Love Has Once Been Sincere How Difficult It Is To Determine To Love No More! 'tis A Thousand Times More Easy To Renounce The World Than Love. I Hate This Deceitful, Faithless World; I Think No More Of It.