He Who Hid Well, Lived

Let Whoever Can Do So Deceive Me, He Will Never Bring It About That I Am Nothing, So Long As I Continue To Think I Am Something.

I Know That I Exist; The Question Is, What Is This 'i' That 'i' Know.

With Me, Everything Turns Into Mathematics.

Hence Reason Also Demands That, Since Our Thoughts Cannot All Be True Because We Are Not Wholly Perfect, What Truth They Do Possess Must Inevitably Be Found In The Thoughts We Have When Awake, Rather Than In Our Dreams.

I Hope That Posterity Will Judge Me Kindly, Not Only As To The Things Which I Have Explained, But Also To Those Which I Have Intentionally Omitted So As To Leave To Others The Pleasure Of Discovery.