Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Nor is the people's judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.

Swift was the race, but short the time to run.

He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.