Oh, What A Valiant Faculty Is Hope.

Ignorance Is The Softest Pillow On Which A Man Can Rest His Head.

The Only Good Histories Are Those That Have Been Written By The Persons Themselves Who Commanded In The Affairs Whereof They Write.

Reason Has So Many Forms That We Do Not Know Which To Choose-experiment Has No Fewer.

We Are All Of Us Richer Than We Think We Are.

Now, Since Our Condition Accommodates Things To Itself, And Transforms Them According To Itself, We No Longer Know Things In Their Reality; For Nothing Comes To Us That Is Not Altered And Falsified By Our Senses. When The Compass, The Square, And The Rule Are Untrue, All The Calculations Drawn From Them, All The Buildings Erected By Their Measure, Are Of Necessity Also Defective And Out Of Plumb. The Uncertainty Of Our Senses Renders Uncertain Everything That They Produce.