It's not victory if it doesn't end the war.
We seem ambitious God's whole work to undo. ...With new diseases on ourselves we war, And with new physic, a worse engine far.
The beautiful souls are they that are universal, open, and ready for all things.
There is perhaps no more obvious vanity than to write of it so vainly.
Que sçais-je?" (What do I know?)
Seeing that the Senses cannot decide our dispute, being themselves full of uncertainty, we must have recourse to Reason; there is no reason but must be built upon another reason: so here we are retreating backwards to infinity.