Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.

O Grub Street! how do I bemoan thee, whose graceless children scorn to own thee! . Yet thou hast greater cause to be ashamed of them, than they of thee.

Pedantry is properly the over-rating of any kind of knowledge we pretend to.

Although men are accused of not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not of.

We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

Vision is the Art of seeing Things invisible.

A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.