Many Would Live By Their Wits, But

At A Great Pennyworth Pause A While.

Forewarn'd, Forearm'd.

What I Am To Be, I Am Now Becoming.

Perhaps The History Of The Errors Of Mankind, All Things Considered, Is More Valuable And Interesting Than That Of Their Discoveries. Truth Is Uniform And Narrow; It Constantly Exists, And Does Not Seem To Require So Much An Active Energy, As A Passive Aptitude Of The Soul In Order To Encounter It. But Error Is Endlessly Diversified; It Has No Reality, But Is The Pure And Simple Creation Of The Mind That Invents It. In This Field The Soul Has Room Enough To Expand Herself, To Display All Her Boundless Faculties, And All Her Beautiful And Interesting Extravagancies And Absurdities.

Scarcely Was I Arrived At Fifteen Years Of Age, When, After Having Doubted In Turn Of Different Tenets, According As I Found Them Combated In The Different Books That I Read, I Began To Doubt Of Revelation Itself.