That miracles have been, I do believe; that they may yet be wrought by the living, I do not deny: but have no confidence in those which are fathered on the dead.

I can hardly thinke there was any scared into Heaven; they go the surest way to Heaven who would serve God without a Hell; other Mercenaries, that crouch unto Him in feare of Hell, though they terme themselves servants, are indeed but the slaves of the Almighty.

Flattery is a juggler, and no kin unto sincerity.

Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.

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