What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.

That the discovery of this great truth, which lies so near and obvious to the mind, should be attained to by the reason of so veryfew, is a sad instance of the stupidity and inattention of men, who, though they are surrounded with such clear manifestations of the Deity, are yet so little affected by them, that they seem as it were blinded with excess of light.

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

Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.

Westward the course of empire takes its way; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day: Time's noblest offspring is the last.

Few men think, yet all will have opinions.

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