If A Man's Wit Be Wandering, Let

No One Has Yet Been Found So Firm Of Mind And Purpose As Resolutely To Compel Himself To Sweep Away All Theories And Common Notions, And To Apply The Understanding, Thus Made Fair And Even, To A Fresh Examination Of Particulars. Thus It Happens That Human Knowledge, As We Have It, Is A Mere Medley And Ill-digested Mass, Made Up Of Much Credulity And Much Accident, And Also Of The Childish Notions Which We At First Imbibed.

The Voice Of The People Has About It Something Divine: For How Otherwise Can So Many Heads Agree Together As One?

No Pleasure Is Comparable To The Standing Upon The Vantage-ground Of Truth.

Pictures And Shapes Are But Secondary Objects And Please Or Displease Only In The Memory.

The End Of Our Foundation Is The Knowledge Of Causes; And Secret Motions Of Things; And The Enlarging Of The Bounds Of Human Empire, To The Effecting Of All Things Possible.