The sages of old live again in us, and in opinions there is a metempsychosis.

The woman in us still prosecutes a deceit like that begun in the garden.

That though we are certain of many things, yet that Certainty is no absolute Infallibility, there still remains the possibility of our being mistaken in all matters of humane Belief and Inquiry.

There is nothing in words and styles out suitableness that makes them acceptable and effective.

They that never peeped beyond the common belief in which their easy understandings were at first indoctrinated are strongly assured of the truth of their receptions.

How the purer spirit is united to his clod, is a knot too hard for fallen humanity to untie.

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.