In My Judgment An Organic Machine New

According To Their [newton And His Followers] Doctrine, God Almighty Wants To Wind Up His Watch From Time To Time: Otherwise It Would Cease To Move. He Had Not, It Seems, Sufficient Foresight To Make It A Perpetual Motion. Nay, The Machine Of God's Making, So Imperfect, According To These Gentlemen; That He Is Obliged To Clean It Now And Then By An Extraordinary Concourse, And Even To Mend It, As Clockmaker Mends His Work.

He Who Understands Archimedes And Apollonius Will Admire Less The Achievements Of The Foremost Men Of Later Times.

Each Portion Of Matter May Be Conceived Of As A Garden Full Of Plants, And As A Pond Full Of Fishes. But Each Branch Of The Plant, Each Member Of The Animal, Each Drop Of Its Humors, Is Also Such A Garden Or Such A Pond.

There Never Is Absolute Birth Nor Complete Death, In The Strict Sense, Consisting In The Separation Of The Soul From The Body. What We Call Births Are Developments And Growths, While What We Call Deaths Are Envelopments And Diminutions.

Take What You Need, Do What You Should, You Will Get What You Want.