There Are Also Two Kinds Of Truths:

There Is Nothing Waste, Nothing Sterile, Nothing Dead In The Universe; No Chaos, No Confusions, Save In Appearance.

The Pleasure We Obtain From Music Comes From Counting, But Counting Unconsciously. Music Is Nothing But Unconscious Arithmetic.

There Is A Certain Destiny Of Everything, Regulated By The Foreknowledge And Providence Of God In His Works.

We Should Like Nature To Go No Further; We Should Like It To Be Finite, Like Our Mind; But This Is To Ignore The Greatness And Majesty Of The Author Of Things.

Natural Religion Itself, Seems To Decay Very Much. Many Will Have Human Souls To Be Material: Others Make God Himself A Corporeal Being.