Except Our Own Thoughts, There Is Nothing

It Must Not Be Thought That It Is Ever Possible To Reach The Interior Earth By Any Perseverance In Mining: Both Because The Exterior Earth Is Too Thick, In Comparison With Human Strength; And Especially Because Of The Intermediate Waters, Which Would Gush Forth With Greater Impetus, The Deeper The Place In Which Their Veins Were First Opened; And Which Would Drown All Miners.

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.

Common Sense Is The Most Fairly Distributed Thing In The World, For Each One Thinks He Is So Well-endowed With It That Even Those Who Are Hardest To Satisfy In All Other Matters Are Not In The Habit Of Desiring More Of It Than They Already Have.

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.