So difficult it is to show the various meanings and imperfections of words when we have nothing else but words to do it with.

When Fashion hath once Established, what Folly or craft began, Custom makes it Sacred, and 'twill be thought impudence or madness, to contradict or question it.

Things of this world are in so constant a flux, that nothing remains long in the same state.

I pretend not to teach, but to inquire.

Is it worth the name of freedom to be at liberty to play the fool?

Understanding like the eye; whilst it makes us see and perceive all things, takes no notice of itself; and it requires art and pains to set it at a distance and make it its own subject.

Reason, if consulted with, would advise, that their children's time should be spent in acquiring what might be useful to them when they come to be men, rather than to have their heads stuff'd with a deal of trash, a great part whereof they usually never do ('tis certain they never need to) think on again as long as they live: and so much of it as does stick by them they are only the worse for.