As Reason Is A Rebel To Faith,

A Diamond, Which Is The Hardest Of Stones, Not Yielding Unto Steel, Emery Or Any Other Thing, Is Yet Made Soft By The Blood Of A Goat.

For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

That Miracles Have Been, I Do Believe; That They May Yet Be Wrought By The Living, I Do Not Deny: But Have No Confidence In Those Which Are Fathered On The Dead.

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.