Everybody Thinks Himself So Well Supplied With

Sensations Are Nothing But Confused Modes Of Thinking.

I Suppose Therefore That All Things I See Are Illusions; I Believe That Nothing Has Ever Existed Of Everything My Lying Memory Tells Me. I Think I Have No Senses. I Believe That Body, Shape, Extension, Motion, Location Are Functions. What Is There Then That Can Be Taken As True? Perhaps Only This One Thing, That Nothing At All Is Certain.

A Person Has Two Passions For Love And Abhorrence. A Big Disposition To Excessiveness Has Just A Love, Because It Is More Ardent And Stronger.

If You Would Be A Real Seeker After Truth, It Is Necessary That At Least Once In Your Life You Doubt, As Far As Possible, All Things.

Let Whoever Can Do So Deceive Me, He Will Never Bring It About That I Am Nothing, So Long As I Continue To Think I Am Something.