It Is Possible That I Am Dreaming

Every Man Is Indeed Bound To Do What He Can To Promote The Good Of Others, And A Man Who Is Of No Use To Anyone Is Strictly Worthless.

Common Sense Is The Most Fairly Distributed Thing In The World, For Each One Thinks He Is So Well-endowed With It That Even Those Who Are Hardest To Satisfy In All Other Matters Are Not In The Habit Of Desiring More Of It Than They Already Have.

Be That As It May, There Is Fixed In My Mind A Certain Opinion Of Long Standing, Namely That There Exists A God Who Is Able To Do Anything And By Whom I, Such As I Am, Have Been Created. How Do I Know That He Did Not Bring It About That There Is No Earth At All, No Heavens, No Extended Thing, No Shape, No Size, No Place, And Yet Bringing It About That All These Things Appear To Me To Exist Precisely As They Do Now?

Some Years Ago I Was Struck By The Large Number Of Falsehoods That I Had Accepted As True In My Childhood, And By The Highly Doubtful Nature Of The Whole Edifice That I Had Subsequently Based On Them. I Realized That It Was Necessary, Once In The Course Of My Life, To Demolish Everything Completely And Start Again Right From The Foundations If I Wanted To Establish Anything At All In The Sciences That Was Stable And Likely To Last.

God Alone Is The Author Of All The Motions In The World.