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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.

Everybody Thinks Himself So Well Supplied With Common Sense That Even Those Most Difficult To Please. . . Never Desire More Of It Than They Already Have.

Before Examining This More Carefully And Investigating Its Consequences, I Want To Dwell For A Moment In The Contemplation Of God, To Ponder His Attributes In Me, To See, Admire, And Adore The Beauty Of His Boundless Light, Insofar As My Clouded Insight Allows. Believing That The Supreme Happiness Of The Other Life Consists Wholly Of The Contemplation Of Divine Greatness, I Now Find That Through Less Perfect Contemplation Of The Same Sort I Can Gain The Greatest Joy Available In This Life.

I Hope That Posterity Will Judge Me Kindly, Not Only As To The Things Which I Have Explained, But Also To Those Which I Have Intentionally Omitted So As To Leave To Others The Pleasure Of Discovery.

In Philosophy, When We Make Use Of False Principles, We Depart The Farther From The Knowledge Of Truth And Wisdom Exactly In Proportion To The Care With Which We Cultivate Them, And Apply Ourselves To The Deduction Of Diverse Consequences From Them, Thinking That We Are Philosophizing Well, While We Are Only Departing The Farther From The Truth; From Which It Must Be Inferred That They Who Have Learned The Least Of All That Has Been Hitherto Distinguished By The Name Of Philosophy Are The Most Fitted For The Apprehension Of Truth.