And Thereby Make Ourselves, As It Were,

Perfect Numbers Like Perfect Men Are Very Rare.

The Entire Method Consists In The Order And Arrangement Of The Things To Which The Mind's Eye Must Turn So That We Can Discover Some Truth.

Good Sense Is, Of All Things Among Men, The Most Equally Distributed; For Every One Thinks Himself So Abundantly Provided With It, That Those Even Who Are The Most Difficult To Satisfy In Everything Else, Do Not Usually Desire A Larger Measure Of This Quality Than They Already Possess.

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.

The Nature Of Matter, Or Body Considered In General, Consists Not In Its Being Something Which Is Hard Or Heavy Or Coloured, Or Which Affects The Senses In Any Way, But Simply In Its Being Something Which Is Extended In Length, Breadth And Depth.