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Francesco Maria Zanotti

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Un metodo pu? condurre a conseguenze sempre vere, quantunque esso sia forse derivato da un principio falso.
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Translation: A method of reasoning may lead to conclusions which are invariably true, even though it start from false premises.
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Translation reported in Harbottle's Dictionary of quotations French and Italian (1904), p. 432.

 
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