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 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.

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.

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

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

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

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.