... regard this body as a machine which, having been made by the hand of God, is incomparably better ordered than any machine that can be devised by man, and contains in itself movements more wonderful than those in any machine. ... it is for all practical purposes impossible for a machine to have enough organs to make it act in all the contingencies of life in the way in which our reason makes us act.

You just keep pushing. You just keep pushing. I made every mistake that could be made. But I just kept pushing.

A state is better governed which has few laws, and those laws strictly observed.

Science is practical philosophy.

Before examining this more carefully and investigating its consequences, I want to dwell for a moment in the contemplation of God, to ponder His attributes in me, to see, admire, and adore the beauty of His boundless light, insofar as my clouded insight allows. Believing that the supreme happiness of the other life consists wholly of the contemplation of divine greatness, I now find that through less perfect contemplation of the same sort I can gain the greatest joy available in this life.

There is nothing so strange and so unbelievable that it has not been said by one philosopher or another.

Few look for truth; many prowl about for a reputation of profundity by arrogantly challenging whichever arguments are the best.