In Deism our reason and our belief become happily united. The wonderful structure of the universe, and everything we behold in the system of the creation, prove to us, far better than books can do, the existence of a God, and at the same time proclaim His attributes.

My mind is my own church.

The NT, compared with the Old, is like a farce of one act.

The final event to himself has been, that as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick.

We still find the greedy hand of government thrusting itself into every corner and crevice of industry and grasping at the spoil of the multitude. Invention is continually exercised to furnish new pretenses for revenue and taxation. It watches prosperity as its prey and permits none to escape without a tribute.

The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.

Government, like dress, is the badge of lost innocence; the palaces of kings are built on the ruins of the bowers of paradise.