As I am writing, another illustration of ye generation of hills proposed above comes into my mind. Milk is as uniform a liquor as ye chaos was. If beer be poured into it & ye mixture let stand till it be dry, the surface of ye curdled substance will appear as rugged & mountanous as the Earth in any place.

Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation.

God created everything by number, weight and measure.

If I have ever made any valuable discoveries, it has been due more to patient attention, than to any other talent

Blind metaphysical necessity, which is certainly the same always and every where, could produce no variety of things. All that diversity of natural things which we find suited to different times and places could arise from nothing but the ideas and will of a Being, necessarily existing.

I can measure the motion of bodies but I cannot measure human folly.

Atheism is so senseless and odious to mankind that it never had many professors.