“They never rest, for they will having nothing to do with with an infallible revelation; and hence they are doomed to wander throughout time and eternity, and find no abiding city. For the moment they glory as if they were satisfied with their last new toy; but in a few months it is sport to them to break in pieces all the notions which they formerly prepared with care, and paraded with delight They go up a hill only to come down again. Indeed, they say that the pursuit of truth is better than truth itself. They like fishing better than the fish; which may well be true, since their fish are very small, and very full of bones. These men are as great at destroying their own theories as certain paupers are at tearing up their clothes. They be again de novo, times without number: their house is always having its foundation digged out. . . . These men are not even seeking certainty; their heaven lies in shunning all fixed truth, and following every will-0′-the-wisp of speculation: they are ever learning, but they never come to the truth.”

–Charles Spurgeon, The Greatest Fight in the World