Truth Is The Cry Of

So Long As I Confine My Thoughts To My Own Ideas Divested Of Words, I Do Not See How I Can Be Easily Mistaken.

All Men Have Opinions, But Few Think.

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.

Certainly He Who Can Digest A Second Or Third Fluxion Need Not, Methinks, Be Squeamish About Any Point In Divinity.

I Do Not Deny The Existence Of Material Substance Merely Because I Have No Notion Of It, But Because The Notion Of It Is Inconsistent, Or In Other Words, Because It Is Repugnant That There Should Be A Notion Of It.