Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

I see through my eyes, not with them.

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?