A Mind At Liberty To Reflect On

I Am Apt To Think, If We Knew What It Was To Be An Angel For One Hour, We Should Return To This World, Though It Were To Sit On The Brightest Throne In It, With Vastly More Loathing And Reluctance Than We Would Now Descend Into A Loathsome Dungeon Or Sepulchre.

The Eye By Long Use Comes To See Even In The Darkest Cavern: And There Is No Subject So Obscure But We May Discern Some Glimpse Of Truth By Long Poring On It.

God Is A Being Of Transcendent And Unlimited Perfections: His Nature Therefore Is Incomprehensible To Finite Spirits.

Certainly He Who Can Digest A Second Or Third Fluxion Need Not, Methinks, Be Squeamish About Any Point In Divinity.

He Who Says There Is No Such Thing As An Honest Man, You May Be Sure Is Himself A Knave.