Truth and love are two of the most powerful things in the world and when they both go together they cannot easily be withstood.

If intellection and knowledge were mere passion from without, or the bare reception of extraneous and adventitious forms, then no reason could be given at all why a mirror or looking-glass should not understand.

We have all a propensity to grasp at forbidden fruit.

Now all the knowledge and wisdom that is in creatures, whether angels or men, is nothing else but a participation of that one eternal, immutable and increased wisdom of God.

Christ came not to possess our brains with some cold opinions, that send down a freezing and benumbing influence into our hearts. Christ was a master of the life, not of the school and he is the best Christian whose heart beats with the purest pulse towards heaven, not he whose head spins the finest cobweb.

The true knowledge or science which exists nowhere but in the mind itself, has no other entity at all besides intelligibility and therefore whatsoever is clearly intelligible, is absolutely true.

Knowledge is not a passion from without the mind, but an active exertion of the inward strength, vigor and power of the mind, displaying itself from within.

The golden beams of truth and the silken cords of love, twisted together, will draw men on with a sweet violence, whether they will or not.

Truth is the most unbending and uncompliable, the most necessary, firm, immutable, and adamantine thing in the world.

Christ was vitoe magister, not scholoe and he is the best Christian whose heart beats with the purest pulse towards heaven not he whose head spinneth out the finest cobwebs.

Now, we deny not, but that politicians may sometimes abuse religion, and make it serve for the promoting of their own private interests and designs which yet they could not do so well neither, were the thing itself a mere cheat and figment of their own, and had no reality at all in nature, nor anything solid at the bottom of it.

Some who are far from atheists, may make themselves merry with that conceit of thousands of spirits dancing at once upon a needle's point.