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

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

The belief of our Reason is an Exercise of Faith, and Faith is an Act of Reason.

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

It is the great beauty of true religion that it shall be universal, and a departure in any instance from universality is a corruption of religion itself.

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

We have a mistaken notion of antiquity, calling that so which in truth is the world's nonage.