Except Our Own Thoughts, There Is Nothing

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

The Two Operations Of Our Understanding, Intuition And Deduction, On Which Alone We Have Said We Must Rely In The Acquisition Of Knowledge.

Perfect Numbers Like Perfect Men Are Very Rare.

So Far, I Have Been A Spectator In This Theater Which Is The World, But I Am Now About To Mount The Stage, And I Come Forward Masked.

Omnia Apud Me Mathematica Fiunt.