The world is like a board with holes in it, and the square men have got into the round holes, and the round into the square.

Religion is the centre which unites, and the cement which connects the several parts of members of the political body.

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

The same principles which at first view lead to skepticism, pursued to a certain point, bring men back to common sense.

In short, if there were external bodies, it is impossible we should ever come to know it; and if there were not, we might have the very same reasons to think there were that we have now.

The love of truth, virtue, and the happiness of mankind are specious pretexts, but not the inward principles that set divines at work; else why should they affect to abuse human reason, to disparage natural religion, to traduce the philosophers as they universally do?

What doubts, what hypotheses, what labyrinths of amusement, what fields of disputation, what an ocean of false learning, may be avoided by that single notion of immaterialism!