He Who Says There Is No Such

Many Things, For Aught I Know, May Exist, Whereof Neither I Nor Any Other Man Hath Or Can Have Any Idea Or Notion Whatsoever.

Nothing Can Be Plainer, Than That The Motions, Changes, Decays, And Dissolutions, Which We Hourly See Befall Natural Bodies (and Which Is What We Mean By The Course Of Nature), Cannot Possibly Affect An Active, Simple, Uncompounded Substance: Such A Being Therefore Is Indissoluble By The Force Of Nature, That Is To Say, The Soul Of Man Is Naturally Immortal.

That Thing Of Hell And Eternal Punishment Is The Most Absurd, As Well As The Most Disagreeable Thought That Ever Entered Into The Head Of Mortal Man.

What Is Mind? No Matter. What Is Matter? Never Mind.

To Be Is To Be Perceived (esse Est Percipi)." Or, "if A Tree Falls In The Forest And No One Is There To Hear It, Does It Make A Sound?