estimate; and, with rash insolence, it belittles the great to its
own measure, as when talking of God.
85. Things which have most hold on us, as the concealment of our few
possessions, are often a mere nothing. It is a nothing which our imagination
magnifies into a mountain. Another turn of the imagination would make us
discover this without difficulty.
86. My fancy makes me hate a croaker, and one who pants when eating. Fancy
has great weight. Shall we profit by it? Shall we yield to this weight
because it is natural? No, but by resisting it...
87. Nae iste magno conatu magnas nugas dixerit.
583. Quasi quidquam infelicius sit homini cui sua figmenta
88. Children who are frightened at the face they have blackened are but
children. But how shall one who is so weak in his childhood become really
strong when he grows older? We only change our fancies. All that is made
perfect by progress perishes also by progress. All that has been weak can
never become absolutely strong. We say in vain, "He has grown, he has
changed"; he is also the same.
89. Custom is our nature. He who is accustomed to the faith believes in it,
can no longer fear hell, and believes in nothing else. He who is accustomed
to believe that the king is terrible... etc. Who doubts, then, that our
soul, being accustomed to see number, space, motion, believes that and
90. Quod crebro videt no