Religion Is The Centre Which Unites, And

What Doubts, What Hypotheses, What Labyrinths Of Amusement, What Fields Of Disputation, What An Ocean Of False Learning, May Be Avoided By That Single Notion Of Immaterialism!

And What Are These Fluxions? The Velocities Of Evanescent Increments. And What Are These Same Evanescent Increments? They Are Neither Finite Quantities, Nor Quantities Infinitely Small, Nor Yet Nothing. May We Not Call Them The Ghosts Of Departed Quantities...?

Truth Is The Cry Of All, But The Game Of Few.

So Long As I Confine My Thoughts To My Own Ideas Divested Of Words, I Do Not See How I Can Be Easily Mistaken.

Whatever The World Thinks, He Who Hath Not Much Meditated Upon God, The Human Soul, And The Summum Bonum, May Possibly Make A Thriving Earthworm, But Will Most Indubitably Make A Sorry Patriot And A Sorry Statesman.