The Master Of Superstition, Is The People;

They That Reverence To Much Old Times Are But A Scorn To The New.

A Good Name Is Like Precious Ointment ; It Filleth All Round About, And Will Not Easily Away; For The Odors Of Ointments Are More Durable Than Those Of Flowers.

Nature Is Often Hidden, Sometimes Overcome, Seldom Extinguished.

But Men Must Know, That In This Theatre Of Man's Life It Is Reserved Only For God And Angels To Be Lookers On.

The Only Hope [of Science] ... Is In Genuine Induction.