Certainly he who can digest a second or third fluxion need not, methinks, be squeamish about any point in divinity.

God is a being of transcendent and unlimited perfections: his nature therefore is incomprehensible to finite spirits.

All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth - in a word, all those bodies which compose the frame of the world - have not any subsistence without a mind.

Whatever the world thinks, he who hath not much meditated upon God, the human soul, and the summum bonum, may possibly make a thriving earthworm, but will most indubitably make a sorry patriot and a sorry statesman.

I might as well doubt of my own being, as of the being of those things I actually see and feel.

Where the people are well educated, the art of piloting a state is best learned from the writings of Plato.

For my own private satisfaction, I had rather be master of my own time than wear a diadem.