We Have First Raised A Dust And

All The Choir Of Heaven And Furniture Of Earth - In A Word, All Those Bodies Which Compose The Frame Of The World - Have Not Any Subsistence Without A Mind.

If What You Mean By The Word "matter" Be Only The Unknown Support Of Unknown Qualities, It Is No Matter Whether There Is Such A Thing Or No, Since It No Way Concerns Us; And I Do Not See The Advantage There Is In Disputing About What We Know Not What, And We Know Not Why.

Few Men Think, Yet All Will Have Opinions.

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 World Is Like A Board With Holes In It, And The Square Men Have Got Into The Round Holes, And The Round Into The Square.