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

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

It may not be impossible, but that our Faculties may be so construed, as always to deceive us in the things we judge most certain and assured.

Time, as a river, hath brought down to us what is more light and superficial, while things more solid and substantial have been immersed.

Justice is but the distributing to everything according to the requirements of its nature.

We cannot conceive how the Foetus is form'd in the Womb, nor as much as how a Plant springs from the Earth we tread on ... And if we are ignorant of the most obvious things about us, and the most considerable within our selves, 'tis then no wonder that we know not the constitution and powers of the creatures, to whom we are such strangers.

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