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

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

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.

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

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

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