That though we are certain of many things, yet that Certainty is no absolute Infallibility, there still remains the possibility of our being mistaken in all matters of humane Belief and Inquiry.

There is nothing in words and styles out suitableness that makes them acceptable and effective.

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.

It may not be impossible, but that our Faculties may be so construed, as always to deceive us in the things we judge most certain and assured.

And for mathematical science, he that doubts their certainty hath need of a dose of hellebore.

It is the great beauty of true religion that it shall be universal, and a departure in any instance from universality is a corruption of religion itself.

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of passions that usually attend it, must needs be prejudicial to verity.

The woman in us still prosecutes a deceit like that begun in the garden.

What's impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.

They that never peeped beyond the common belief in which their easy understandings were at first indoctrinated are strongly assured of the truth of their receptions.

He was everyone and every living creature in one ecstatic motion.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

I don't like my voice. I don't like the way I look. I don't like the way I move. I don't like the way I act. I mean period. So you know I don't like myself.

Do not always be thinking of attack! Moves that safeguard your position are often far more prudent.

What furniture can give such finish to a room as a tender woman's face? And is there any harmony of tints that has such stirring of delight as the sweet modulation of her voice?

Whatever you do kid, always serve it with a little dressing.

I have so many favorite writers, it's very hard to select a few... of classic writers, I have always admired Emily Dickinson and Henry David Thoreau.

A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging well.

I do have some leftover chicken and pasta. (Grace) And wine?...That’s acceptable (Julian) Look, buster, I’m not your cooking wench. Mess with me and I’ll feed you Alpo. (Grace)