I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.

Think not silence the wisdom of fools; but, if rightly timed, the honor of wise men, who have not the infirmity, but the virtue of taciturnity.

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.

I have tried if I could reach that great resolution . . . to be honest without a thought of Heaven or Hell.

Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.

All the wonders you seek are within yourself.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.