Whose Fault Is It If Poor Ireland

All That Stock Of Arguments [the Skeptics] Produce To Depreciate Our Faculties, And Make Mankind Appear Ignorant And Low, Are Drawn Principally From This Head, To Wit, That We Are Under An Invincible Blindness As To The True And Real Nature Of Things.

So Long As I Confine My Thoughts To My Own Ideas Divested Of Words, I Do Not See How I Can Be Easily Mistaken.

Upon The Whole, I Am Inclined To Think That The Far Greater Part, If Not All, Of Those Difficulties Which Have Hitherto Amused Philosophers, And Blocked Up The Way To Knowledge, Are Entirely Owing To Our Selves. That We Have First Raised A Dust, And Then Complain, We Cannot See.

Every Knave Is A Thorough Knave, And A Thorough Knave Is A Knave Throughout.

That Thing Of Hell And Eternal Punishment Is The Most Absurd, As Well As The Most Disagreeable Thought That Ever Entered Into The Head Of Mortal Man.