With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.

Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

An obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.