Of All Virtues And Dignities Of The

Man Prefers To Believe What He Prefers To Be True.

Our Humanity Is A Poor Thing, Except For The Divinity That Stirs Within Us.

Custom Is The Principle Magistrate Of Man's Life.

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.

Laws And Institutions Must Go Hand In Hand With The Progress Of The Human Mind.