We have a mistaken notion of antiquity, calling that so which in truth is the world’s nonage.

The union of a sect within itself is a pitiful charity; it’s no concord of Christians, but a conspiracy against Christ; and they that love one another for their opinionative concurrence, love for their own sakes, not their Lord’s.

What’s impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

Time, as a river, hath brought down to us what is more light and superficial, while things more solid and substantial have been immersed.

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.

What's impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.

They that never peeped beyond the common belief in which their easy understandings were at first indoctrinated are strongly assured of the truth of their receptions.

It is the great beauty of true religion that it shall be universal, and a departure in any instance from universality is a corruption of religion itself.