It Is To The Body Alone That

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.

A Person Has Two Passions For Love And Abhorrence. A Big Disposition To Excessiveness Has Just A Love, Because It Is More Ardent And Stronger.

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."

Neither Divine Grace Nor Natural Knowledge Ever Diminishes Freedom.

I Am Thinking, Therefore I Exist. (...) I Was A Substance Whose Whole Essence Or Nature Is Solely To Think, And Which Does Not Require Any Place, Or Depend On Any Material Thing, In Order To Exist. Accordingly This 'i' - That Is, The Soul By Which I Am What I Am - Is Entirely Distinct From The Body, And Indeed Is Easier To Know Than The Body, And Would Not Fail To Be Whatever It Is, Even If The Body Did Not Exist.