Philosophy Is Nothing But Discretion.

Fine Wits Destroy Themselves With Their Own Plots, In Meddling With Great Affairs Of State.

The Clergy Would Have Us Believe Them Against Our Own Reason, As The Woman Would Have Her Husband Against His Own Eyes.

If The Prisoner Should Ask The Judge Whether He Would Be Content To Be Hanged, Were He In His Case, He Would Answer No. Then, Says The Prisoner, Do As You Would Be Done To.

Opinion Is Something Wherein I Go About To Give Reasons Why All The World Should Think As I Think.

A Glorious Church Is Like A Magnificent Feast; There Is All The Variety That May Be, But Every One Chooses Out A Dish Or Two That He Likes, And Lets The Rest Alone: How Glorious Soever The Church Is, Every One Chooses Out Of It His Own Religion, By Which He Governs Himself, And Lets The Rest Alone.