Human understanding is marvellously enlightened by daily conversation with men, for we are, otherwise, compressed and heaped up in ourselves, and have our sight limited to the length of our own noses.

I do not understand; I pause; I examine.

I walk firmer and more secure uphill than down.

I see men ordinarily more eager to discover a reason for things than to find out whether the things are so.

I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that tied them together.

Of all human and ancient opinions concerning religion, that seems to me the most likely and most excusable, that acknowledged God as an incomprehensible power, the original and preserver of all things, all goodness, all perfection, receiving and taking in good part the honour and reverence that man paid him, under what method, name, or ceremonies soever.

Every man bears the whole stamp of the human condition.