Casting Out Devils Is Mere

Twas An Unhappy Division That Has Been Made Between Faith And Works; Though In My Intellect I May Divide Them, Just As In The Candle I Know There Is Both Light And Heat. But Yet, Put Out The Candle, And They Are Both Gone.

Preaching, In The First Sense Of The Word, Ceased As Soon As Ever The Gospel Was Written.

Pleasure Is Nothing Else But The Intermission Of Pain, The Enjoying Of Something I Am In Great Trouble For Till I Have It.

Women Ought Not To Know Their Own Wit, Because They Will Still Be Showing It, And So Spoil It.

When Men Comfort Themselves With Philosophy, 'tis Not Because They Have Got Two Or Three Sentences, But Because They Have Digested Those Sentences, And Made Them Their Own: Philosophy Is Nothing But Discretion.