Did Men But Consider That The Sun,

That Thing Of Hell And Eternal Punishment Is The Most Absurd, As Well As The Most Disagreeable Thought That Ever Entered Into The Head Of Mortal Man.

For My Own Private Satisfaction, I Had Rather Be Master Of My Own Time Than Wear A Diadem.

How Often Must I Repeat, That I Know Or Am Conscious Of My Own Being; And That I Myself Am Not My Ideas, But Somewhat Else, A Thinking, Active Principle That Perceives, Knows, Wills, And Operates About Ideas?

That Food Nourishes, Sleep Refreshes, And Fire Warms Us; That To Sow In The Seed-time Is The Way To Reap In The Harvest, And, In General, That To Obtain Such Or Such Ends, Such Or Such Means Are Conducive, All This We Know, Not By Discovering Any Necessary Connexion Between Our Ideas, But Only By The Observation Of The Settled Laws Of Nature, Without Which We Should Be All In Uncertainty And Confusion, And A Grown Man No More Know How To Manage Himself In The Affairs Of Life Than An Infant Just Born.

All Those Who Write Either Explicitly Or By Insinuation Against The Dignity, Freedom, And Immortality Of The Human Soul, May So Far Forth Be Justly Said To Unhinge The Principles Of Morality, And Destroy The Means Of Making Men Reasonably Virtuous.