Felicity is a continual progress of the desire from one object to another, the attaining of the former being still but the way to the latter.

Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.

The Papacy is not other than the Ghost of the deceased Roman Empire, sitting crowned upon the grave thereof.

For after the subject is removed or the eye shut, we still retain an image of the things seen, though more obscure than when we see it...Imagination, therefore, is nothing more than decaying sense.

If I read as many books as most men do, I would be as dull-witted as they are.

If nobody makes you do it, it counts as fun.

The first cause of Absurd conclusions I ascribe to the want of Method.