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.

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

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.

There is nothing in words and styles out suitableness that makes them acceptable and effective.

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