The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.