Whose Fault Is It If Poor Ireland

This Perceiving, Active Being Is What I Call Mind, Spirit, Soul, Or Myself. By Which Words I Do Not Denote Any One Of My Ideas, But A Thing Entirely Distinct From Them, Wherein They Exist, Or, Which Is The Same Thing, Whereby They Are Perceived; For The Existence Of An Idea Consists In Being Perceived.

It Would Much Conduce To The Public Benefit, If, Instead Of Discouraging Free-thinking, There Was Erected In The Midst Of This Free Country A Dianoetic Academy, Or Seminary For Free-thinkers, Provided With Retired Chambers, And Galleries, And Shady Walks And Groves, Where, After Seven Years Spent In Silence And Meditation, A Man Might Commence A Genuine Free-thinker, And From That Time Forward, Have License To Think What He Pleased, And A Badge To Distinguish Him From Counterfeits.

Westward The Course Of Empire Takes Its Way; The Four First Acts Already Past, A Fifth Shall Close The Drama With The Day: Time's Noblest Offspring Is The Last.

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!

That The Discovery Of This Great Truth, Which Lies So Near And Obvious To The Mind, Should Be Attained To By The Reason Of So Veryfew, Is A Sad Instance Of The Stupidity And Inattention Of Men, Who, Though They Are Surrounded With Such Clear Manifestations Of The Deity, Are Yet So Little Affected By Them, That They Seem As It Were Blinded With Excess Of Light.