...it Is Certain That I Am Really

So Far, I Have Been A Spectator In This Theater Which Is The World, But I Am Now About To Mount The Stage, And I Come Forward Masked.

Intuition Is The Undoubting Conception Of A Pure And Attentive Mind, Which Arises From The Light Of Reason Alone, And Is More Certain Than Deduction.

Illusory Joy Is Often Worth More Than Genuine Sorrow.

It's The Familiar Love-hate Syndrome Of Seduction: "i Don't Really Care What It Is I Say, I Care Only That You Like It."

In God There Is An Infinitude Of Things Which I Cannot Comprehend, Nor Possibly Even Reach In Any Way By Thought; For It Is The Nature Of The Infinite That My Nature, Which Is Finite And Limited, Should Not Comprehend It.