Even If I Were To Suppose That

The Principal Use Of Prudence, Of Self-control, Is That It Teaches Us To Be Masters Of Our Passions, And To So Control And Guide Them That The Evils Which They Cause Are Quite Bearable, And That We Even Derive Joy From Them All.

Except Our Own Thoughts, There Is Nothing Absolutely In Our Power.

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.

The Object Of Music Is A Sound. The End; To Delight, And Move Various Affections In Us.

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."