The Eye By Long Use Comes To

All The Choir Of Heaven And Furniture Of Earth - In A Word, All Those Bodies Which Compose The Frame Of The World - Have Not Any Subsistence Without A Mind.

How Often Must I Repeat, That I Know Or Am Conscious Of My Own Being; And That I Myself Am Not My Ideas, But Somewhat Else, A Thinking, Active Principle That Perceives, Knows, Wills, And Operates About Ideas?

So Long As I Confine My Thoughts To My Own Ideas Divested Of Words, I Do Not See How I Can Be Easily Mistaken.

For My Own Private Satisfaction, I Had Rather Be Master Of My Own Time Than Wear A Diadem.

The World Is Like A Board With Holes In It, And The Square Men Have Got Into The Round Holes, And The Round Into The Square.