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

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.

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

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

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

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.

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