I Do Not Feign Hypotheses.

It Seems Probable To Me That God, In The Beginning, Formed Matter In Solid, Massy, Hard, Impenetrable, Moveable Particles, Of Such Sizes And Figures, And With Such Other Properties, And In Such Proportions To Space, As Most Conduced To The End For Which He Formed Them; And That These Primitive Particles, Being Solids, Are Incomparably Harder Than Any Porous Bodies Compounded Of Them, Even So Very Hard As Never To Wear Or Break In Pieces; No Ordinary Power Being Able To Divide What God Had Made One In The First Creation.

He Who Thinks Half-heartedly Will Not Believe In God; But He Who Really Thinks Has To Believe In God.

I Have Been Much Amused At Ye Singular Phenomena Resulting From Bringing Of A Needle Into Contact With A Piece Of Amber Or Resin Fricated On Silke Clothe. Ye Flame Putteth Me In Mind Of Sheet Lightning On A Small-how Very Small-scale.

Henceforward The Christian Churches Having A Form Of Godliness, But Denying The Power Thereof, Came Into The Hands Of The Encratites: And The Heathens, Who In The Fourth Century Came Over In Great Numbers To The Christians, Embraced More Readily This Sort Of Christianity, As Having A Greater Affinity With Their Old Superstitions, Than That Of The Sincere Christians; Who By The Lamps Of The Seven Churches Of Asia, And Not By The Lamps Of The Monasteries, Had Illuminated The Church Catholic During The Three First Centuries.

My Powers Are Ordinary. Only My Application Brings Me Success.