Except Our Own Thoughts, There Is Nothing

The Object Of Music Is A Sound. The End; To Delight, And Move Various Affections In Us.

Even The Mind Depends So Much On Temperament And The Disposition Of One's Bodily Organs That, If It Is Possible To Find A Way To Make People Generally More Wise And More Skilful Than They Have Been In The Past, I Believe That We Should Look For It In Medicine. It Is True That Medicine As It Is Currently Practiced Contains Little Of Much Use.

It Is Possible That I Am Dreaming Right Now And That All Of My Perceptions Are False.

It Must Not Be Thought That It Is Ever Possible To Reach The Interior Earth By Any Perseverance In Mining: Both Because The Exterior Earth Is Too Thick, In Comparison With Human Strength; And Especially Because Of The Intermediate Waters, Which Would Gush Forth With Greater Impetus, The Deeper The Place In Which Their Veins Were First Opened; And Which Would Drown All Miners.

The Reading Of All Good Books Is Indeed Like A Conversation With The Noblest Men Of Past Centuries Who Were The Authors Of Them, Nay A Carefully Studied Conversation, In Which They Reveal To Us None But The Best Of Their Thoughts.