The Table I Write On I Say

Whenever I Attempt To Frame A Simple Idea Of Time, Abstracted From The Succession Of Ideas In My Mind, Which Flows Uniformly, And Is Participated By All Beings, I Am Lost And Embrangled In Inextricable Difficulties.

Make A Point Never Go Clear, It Is Great Odds That A Man Whose Habits And The Bent Of Whose Mind Lie A Contrary Way, Shall Be Unable To Comprehend It. So Weak A Thing Is Reason In Competition With Inclination.

The Question Between The Materialists And Me Is Not, Whether Things Have A Real Existence Out Of The Mind Of This Or That Person, But Whether They Have An Absolute Existence, Distinct From Being Perceived By God, And Exterior To All Minds.

All That Stock Of Arguments [the Skeptics] Produce To Depreciate Our Faculties, And Make Mankind Appear Ignorant And Low, Are Drawn Principally From This Head, To Wit, That We Are Under An Invincible Blindness As To The True And Real Nature Of Things.

The Table I Write On I Say Exists ... Meaning Thereby That If I Was In My Study I Might Perceive It, Or That Some Other Spirit Actually Does Perceive It.