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

It may not be impossible, but that our Faculties may be so construed, as always to deceive us in the things we judge most certain and assured.

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.

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.

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.

We have a mistaken notion of antiquity, calling that so which in truth is the world's nonage.

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