I Might As Well Doubt

The Same Principles Which At First View Lead To Skepticism, Pursued To A Certain Point, Bring Men Back To Common Sense.

Whose Fault Is It If Poor Ireland Still Continues Poor?

From My Own Being, And From The Dependency I Find In Myself And My Ideas, I Do, By An Act Of Reason, Necessarily Infer The Existence Of A God, And Of All Created Things In The Mind Of God.

A Man Needs No Arguments To Make Him Discern And Approve What Is Beautiful: It Strikes At First Sight, And Attracts Without A Reason. And As This Beauty Is Found In The Shape And Form Of Corporeal Things, So Also Is There Analogous To It A Beauty Of Another Kind, An Order, A Symmetry, And Comeliness In The Moral World. And As The Eye Perceiveth The One, So The Mind Doth By A Certain Interior Sense Perceive The Other, Which Sense, Talent, Or Faculty, Is Ever Quickest And Purest In The Noblest Minds.

A Mind At Liberty To Reflect On Its Own Observations, If It Produce Nothing Useful To The World, Seldom Fails Of Entertainment To Itself.