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

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

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

What's impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.

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.

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

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