Let Whoever Can Do So Deceive Me,

Desire Awakens Only To Things That Are Thought Possible.

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.

Instead I Ought To Be Grateful To Him Who Never Owed Me Anything For Having Been So Generous To Me, Rather Than Think That He Deprived Me Of Those Things Or Has Taken Away From Me Whatever He Did Not Give Me.

Because Reason...is The Only Thing That Makes Us Men, And Distinguishes Us From The Beasts, I Would Prefer To Believe That It Exists, In Its Entirety, In Each Of Us.

I Hope That Posterity Will Judge Me Kindly, Not Only As To The Things Which I Have Explained, But Also To Those Which I Have Intentionally Omitted So As To Leave To Others The Pleasure Of Discovery.