It's the familiar love-hate syndrome of seduction: "I don't really care what it is I say, I care only that you like it."

So blind is the curiosity by which mortals are possessed, that they often conduct their minds along unexplored routes, having no reason to hope for success, but merely being willing to risk the experiment of finding whether the truth they seek lies there.

For to be possessed of a vigorous mind is not enough; the prime requisite is rightly to apply it.

The only thing that I know, is that I know nothing

Desire awakens only to things that are thought possible.

Wonder is the first of all the passions.

If I simply refrain from making a judgment in cases where I do not perceive the truth with sufficient clarity and distinctness, then it is clear that I am behaving correctly and avoiding error.