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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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