He Whose Mouth Is Out Of Taste

There Are No Truths, Only Moments Of Claryty Passing For Answers.

Seeing That The Senses Cannot Decide Our Dispute, Being Themselves Full Of Uncertainty, We Must Have Recourse To Reason; There Is No Reason But Must Be Built Upon Another Reason: So Here We Are Retreating Backwards To Infinity.

I Consider It Equal Injustice To Set Our Heart Against Natural Pleasures And To Set Our Heart Too Much On Them. We Should Neither Pursue Them, Nor Flee Them; We Should Accept Them.

The Archer Who Overshoots His Mark Does No Better Than He Who Falls Short Of It.

I Determine Nothing; I Do Not Comprehend Things; I Suspend Judgment; I Examine.