Matter

Beneath the visible world lies a formless receptacle: that which receives all things yet is never any of them.

Matter is potentiality, form is actuality; every physical substance is a composite of the two, and prime matter is the pure capacity to become anything.

Nothing exists but atoms and the void, and all the variety of nature is the dance of indestructible material particles.

Matter is the last shadow cast by the One: sheer privation, the darkness at the edge of being, almost nothing at all.

Prime matter is pure potency, created together with form by God, and it is what makes one body numerically distinct from another.

Matter is extension, res extensa, a single geometrical substance whose whole essence is to occupy space.

The universe is body and nothing but body: whatever is, is material, and whatever is not material is not.

Bodies have primary qualities that really belong to them, and secondary qualities that are powers to produce ideas in us.

There is no such thing as material substance: to be is to be perceived, and bodies are collections of ideas in minds.

Matter is not a thing in itself but the movable in space: an appearance structured by the forms of sensibility and the laws of the understanding.

Matter is not inert stuff but the ground of history itself: material conditions of production shape consciousness, not the reverse.