The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of passions that usually attend it, must needs be prejudicial to verity.

The woman in us still prosecutes a deceit like that begun in the garden.

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

It is the great beauty of true religion that it shall be universal, and a departure in any instance from universality is a corruption of religion itself.

The union of a sect within itself is a pitiful charity it's no concord of Christians, but a conspiracy against Christ and they that love one another for their opinionative concurrence, love for their own sakes, not their Lord's.

We have a mistaken notion of antiquity, calling that so which in truth is the world's nonage.

The belief of our Reason is an Exercise of Faith, and Faith is an Act of Reason.

Justice is but the distributing to everything according to the requirements of its nature.

What's impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.

That though we are certain of many things, yet that Certainty is no absolute Infallibility, there still remains the possibility of our being mistaken in all matters of humane Belief and Inquiry.

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

They that never peeped beyond the common belief in which their easy understandings were at first indoctrinated are strongly assured of the truth of their receptions.