For it is with the mysteries of our religion, as with wholesome pills for the sick, which swallowed whole, have the virtue to cure; but chewed, are for the most part cast up again without effect.

For seeing life is but a motion of Limbs... why may we not say, that all Automata (Engines that move themselves by springs and wheels as doth a watch) have an artificial life?

Reason is the Soul of the Law.

For it is not the shape, but their use, that makes them angels.

Obligation is thraldom, and thraldom is hateful.

I shall be glad then to find a hole to creep out of the world.

There is more in Mersenne than in all the universities together.