Light Is The Shadow Of God.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

Age Doth Not Rectify, But Incurvate Our Natures, Turning Bad Dispositions Into Worser Habits.

Life Is A Pure Flame And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.

Many-have Too Rashly Charged The Troops Of Error, And Remain As Trophies Unto The Enemies Of Truth.