Certainly He Who Can Digest A Second

Did Men But Consider That The Sun, Moon, And Stars, And Every Other Object Of The Senses, Are Only So Many Sensations In Their Minds, Which Have No Other Existence But Barely Being Perceived, Doubtless They Would Never Fall Down And Worship Their Own Ideas; But Rather Address Their Homage To That Eternal Invisible Mind Which Produces And Sustains All Things.

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

A Ray Of Imagination Or Of Wisdom May Enlighten The Universe, And Glow Into Remotest Centuries.

Upon The Whole, I Am Inclined To Think That The Far Greater Part, If Not All, Of Those Difficulties Which Have Hitherto Amused Philosophers, And Blocked Up The Way To Knowledge, Are Entirely Owing To Our Selves. That We Have First Raised A Dust, And Then Complain, We Cannot See.

Every Knave Is A Thorough Knave, And A Thorough Knave Is A Knave Throughout.