I have gathered a posy of other men’s flowers and only the thread that bonds them is my own.

I am disgusted with innovation, in whatever guise, and with reason, for I have seen very harmful effects of it.

He that first likened glory to a shadow did better than he was aware of. They are both of them things excellently vain. Glory also, like a shadow, goes sometimes before the body, and sometimes in length infinitely exceeds it.

Stupidity and wisdom meet in the same centre of sentiment and resolution, in the suffering of human accidents.

O human creature,you are the investigator without knowledge, the magistrate without jurisdiction, and all in all, the fool of the farce.

Man (in good earnest) is a marvellous vain, fickle, and unstable subject, and on whom it is very hard to form any certain and uniform judgment.

I set forth notions that are human and my own, simply as human notions considered in themselves, not as determined and decreed by heavenly ordinance.