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

The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of passions that usually attend it, must needs be prejudicial to verity.

The understanding also hath its idiosyncrasies as well as other faculties.

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

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

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.

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