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Yet who can tell how many times each day our curiosity is tempted by the most trivial and insignificant matters? Who can tell how often we give way? –Saint Augustine, Confessions, trans. R. S. Pine-Coffin,…
Yet who can tell how many times each day our curiosity is tempted by the most trivial and insignificant matters? Who can tell how often we give way? –Saint Augustine, Confessions, trans. R. S. Pine-Coffin,…
Every particle of sand in the glass of time is precious to me, even if I were able to set my facts in order and give an account of them. –Saint Augustine, Confessions, 253-4, translated by…
[Augustine] is led from confession of sin to confession of faith and finally to confession of God’s glory. –R. S. Pine-Coffin, translator in Saint Augustine, Confessions. 16
Yet who can tell how many times each day our curiosity is tempted by the most trivial and insignificant matters? –Saint Augustine, Confessions, trans. R. S. Pine-Coffin
Let me tell you, my God, how I squandered the brains you gave me on foolish delusions. –Saint Augustine, Confessions, trans. R. S. Pine-Coffin
The soul lives when it avoids the things which it is death to seek. –Saint Augustine, Confessions, trans. R. S. Pine-Coffin
But there comes a time when we know that something is missing. And when this time comes, we need to know where to turn. Often, I will suggest, we should turn to Augustine himself. Without…
Anxiety about what I could believe as certain gnawed at my heart all the more sharply as I grew more and more ashamed that I had been misled and deluded by promises of certainty for…