I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives Of More Fancy.