Illusory Joy Is Often Worth More Than

My Third Maxim Was To Try Always To Conquer Myself Rather Than Fortune, And To Change My Desires Rather Than The Order Of The World, And Generally To Accustom Myself To Believing That There Is Nothing Entirely In Our Power Except Our Thoughts, So That After We Have Done Our Best Regarding Things External To Us, Everything In Which We Do Not Succeed Is For Us Absolutely Impossible.

You Just Keep Pushing. You Just Keep Pushing. I Made Every Mistake That Could Be Made. But I Just Kept Pushing.

The Mind Effortlessly And Automatically Takes In New Ideas, Which Remain In Limbo Until Verified Or Rejected By Conscious, Rational Analysis.

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.

Wonder Is The First Of All The Passions.