“She knocked a third time, three regular strokes, gentle, but perfectly distinct, and with meaning in them; for, modulate it with what cautious art we will, the hand cannot help playing some tune of what we feel , upon the senseless wood.”

“It's senseless to think of complaining, since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are .”

“It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.”

“We cannot ultimately specify the grounds (either metaphysical or logical or empirical) upon which we hold that our knowledge is true. Being committed to such grounds, dwelling in them, we are projecting ourselves to what we believe to be true from or through these grounds. We cannot therefore see what they are. We cannot look at them because we are looking with them.”

“That is what it is. We can't change it. We just have to decide how we'll respond. We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.”

“We cannot change what we are not aware of, and once we are aware, we cannot help but change.”