We have no participation in Being, because all human nature is ever midway between being born and dying, giving off only a vague image and shadow of itself, and a weak and uncertain opinion. And if you chance to fix your thoughts on trying to grasp its essence, it would be neither more nor less than if your tried to clutch water.

He that I am reading seems always to have the most force.

It is commonly seene by experience, that excellent memories do rather accompany weake judgements.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

I know that the arms of friendship are long enough to reach from the one end of the world to the other

A straight oar looks bent in the water. It matters not merely that we see a thing, but how we see it.

To philosophize is to doubt.