Many things, for aught I know, may exist, whereof neither I nor any other man hath or can have any idea or notion whatsoever.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I knew there were, in myself, the souls of millions of people who lived centuries ago; not just people but animals, plants, the elements, things, even, matter. All of these exist in me.
Whatever is referred to must exist. Let us call this the axiom of existence.
I don't want to be thought of as somebody who's spiritually ambiguous, but the reality is there's unknown things happening. I'm not ready to point at what they are or what the reason is, but I know they exist.
Nothing exists from eternity but God, and God is not the matter or a part of any creature, but only the maker.
We have the notion that we exist but we have no way to prove it. 'I am' is the closest foundation we can get.
I refused to accept anything, doubted everything. So, doubting everything, I had to find something that had not existed before, something I had not thought of before. Any idea that came to me, the thing would be to turn it around and try to see it with another set of senses.
Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?
Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge - that is everywhere.