Give Me Extension And Motion And I

Human Wisdom Remains Always One And The Same Although Applied To The Most Diverse Objects And It Is No More Changed By Their Diversity Than The Sunshine Is Changed By The Variety Of Objects Which It Illuminates.

The Reading Of All Good Books Is Like A Conversation With The Finest Minds Of Past Centuries.

There Is A Little Gland In The Brain In Which The Soul Exercises Its Functions In A More Particular Way Than In The Other Parts.

If We Possessed A Thorough Knowledge Of All The Parts Of The Seed Of Any Animal (e.g. Man), We Could From That Alone, Be Reasons Entirely Mathematical And Certain, Deduce The Whole Conformation And Figure Of Each Of Its Members, And, Conversely If We Knew Several Peculiarities Of This Conformation, We Would From Those Deduce The Nature Of Its Seed.

Be That As It May, There Is Fixed In My Mind A Certain Opinion Of Long Standing, Namely That There Exists A God Who Is Able To Do Anything And By Whom I, Such As I Am, Have Been Created. How Do I Know That He Did Not Bring It About That There Is No Earth At All, No Heavens, No Extended Thing, No Shape, No Size, No Place, And Yet Bringing It About That All These Things Appear To Me To Exist Precisely As They Do Now?