There are no songs comparable to the songs of Zion, no orations equal to those of the prophets, and no politics like those which the Scriptures teach.

How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!