“And what did it profit me that I could read and understand for myself all the books I could get in the so-called ‘liberal arts,’ when I was actually a worthless slave of wicked lust?…What good was it for me that my nimble wit could run through those studies and disentangle all those knotty volumes, without help from a human teacher, since all the while I was erring so hatefully and with such sacrilege as far as the right substance of pious faith was concerned? And what kind of burden was it for thy little ones to have a far slower wit, since they did not use it to depart from thee, and since they remained in the nest of thy Church to become safely fledged and to nourish the wings of love by the food of a sound faith” (Augustine [b. 354 A.D.], The Confessions, pp. 71-72).
Better to be a simple mind that sees the gospel, than be lost, though adept at Aristotle.