Truth Is The Cry Of All, But

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.

What Doubts, What Hypotheses, What Labyrinths Of Amusement, What Fields Of Disputation, What An Ocean Of False Learning, May Be Avoided By That Single Notion Of Immaterialism!

Every Knave Is A Thorough Knave, And A Thorough Knave Is A Knave Throughout.

Certainly He Who Can Digest A Second Or Third Fluxion Need Not, Methinks, Be Squeamish About Any Point In Divinity.

If We Admit A Thing So Extraordinary As The Creation Of This World, It Should Seem That We Admit Something Strange, And Odd, And New To Human Apprehension, Beyond Any Other Miracle Whatsoever.