I resolved then to bend my mind to the holy Scriptures, that I might see what they were. But behold, I see a thing not understood
by the proud, nor laid open to children, lowly in access, in its recesses lofty, and veiled with mysteries; and I was not
such as could enter into it, or stoop my neck to follow its steps. For not as I now speak, did I feel when I turned to those
Scriptures; but they seemed to me unworthy to he compared to the stateliness of Tully: for my swelling pride
shrunk from their lowliness, nor could my sharp wit pierce the interior thereof. Yet were they such as would grow up in
a little one. But I disdained to be a little one; and, swollen with pride, took myself to be a great one.