Except Our Own Thoughts, There Is Nothing

By 'god', I Understand, A Substance Which Is Infinite, Independent, Supremely Intelligent, Supremely Powerful, And Which Created Both Myself And Everything Else [...] That Exists. All These Attributes Are Such That, The More Carefully I Concentrate On Them, The Less Possible It Seems That They Could Have Originated From Me Alone. So, From What Has Been Said It Must Be Concluded That God Necessarily Exists.

What Then Is The Source Of My Errors? They Are Owing Simply To The Fact That, Since The Will Extends Further Than The Intellect, I Do Not Contain The Will Within The Same Boundaries; Rather, I Also Extend It To Things I Do Not Understand. Because The Will Is Indifferent In Regard To Such Matters, It Easily Turns Away From The True And The Good; And In This Way I Am Deceived And I Sin.

God Alone Is The Author Of All The Motions In The World.

I Suppose Therefore That All Things I See Are Illusions; I Believe That Nothing Has Ever Existed Of Everything My Lying Memory Tells Me. I Think I Have No Senses. I Believe That Body, Shape, Extension, Motion, Location Are Functions. What Is There Then That Can Be Taken As True? Perhaps Only This One Thing, That Nothing At All Is Certain.

How Can You Be Certain That Your Whole Life Is Not A Dream?