So long as I confine my thoughts to my own ideas divested of words, I do not see how I can be easily mistaken.

This perceiving, active being is what I call mind, spirit, soul, or myself. By which words I do not denote any one of my ideas, but a thing entirely distinct from them, wherein they exist, or, which is the same thing, whereby they are perceived; for the existence of an idea consists in being perceived.

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

I am apt to think, if we knew what it was to be an angel for one hour, we should return to this world, though it were to sit on the brightest throne in it, with vastly more loathing and reluctance than we would now descend into a loathsome dungeon or sepulchre.

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

All those who write either explicitly or by insinuation against the dignity, freedom, and immortality of the human soul, may so far forth be justly said to unhinge the principles of morality, and destroy the means of making men reasonably virtuous.

He who says there is no such thing as an honest man, you may be sure is himself a knave.