Error (n.) from a false principle is a road walked backward: the more care and speed you put into following it, the farther you get from the truth.
Error (n.) is, to God, a mere negation, but to us a privation — and it comes less from our understanding than from our will.
Error (n.) is never willed, yet everyone willingly assents to things in which, unknown to him, error lurks.
Error (n.) in geometry comes from assenting too readily to falsehood; in philosophy, from denying too readily what is true — each to seem clever.
Error (n.) chiefly consists in assuming that the ideas in us resemble the things outside us.
A Error (n.) comes from nothing — it is in me only because something is missing from the perfection of my nature.
Error (n.) is not something real that God made; it is simply defect — the finitude of a power to judge that is not infinite.
Error (n.) is not a pure absence of knowledge but a privation: the lack of knowledge I seem to owe it to myself to have.
Error (n.) has a form, and the form is a privation in the act — in so far as the act comes from me, not from God.