The external things of life seem to me now of no importance at all.
The essence of truth cannot be affected by the variation of external circumstances.
There is no more reason to believe in oneself than in the external world.
Even the refuge in God does not always secure us from external suffering.
If it is an imperfect word, no external circumstance can heighten its value as poetry.
These people have no religion expressed by any external worship.
Perhaps it is external events that change, rather than we ourselves.
The second evil in this external presentation is lack of motivation.
And so it is with external Nature: she has a body and a soul like man; but her soul is the Deity.
“The external world,” says the Materialist––“Does not exist,” says the Idealist.
