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.

And for mathematical science, he that doubts their certainty hath need of a dose of hellebore.

The union of a sect within itself is a pitiful charity; it's no concord of Christians, but a conspiracy against Christ; and they that love one another for their opinionative concurrence, love for their own sakes, not their Lord's.

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

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.

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

To converse at the distance of the Indes by means of sympathetic contrivances may be as natural to future times as to us is a literary correspondence.