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When God Works Miracles, He Does Not Do It In Order To Supply The Wants Of Nature, But Those Of Grace. Whoever Thinks Otherwise, Must Needs Have A Very Mean Notion Of The Wisdom And Power Of God.

Although The Whole Of This Life Were Said To Be Nothing But A Dream And The Physical World Nothing But A Phantasm, I Should Call This Dream Or Phantasm Real Enough, If, Using Reason Well, We Were Never Deceived By It.

According To Their [newton And His Followers] Doctrine, God Almighty Wants To Wind Up His Watch From Time To Time: Otherwise It Would Cease To Move. He Had Not, It Seems, Sufficient Foresight To Make It A Perpetual Motion. Nay, The Machine Of God's Making, So Imperfect, According To These Gentlemen; That He Is Obliged To Clean It Now And Then By An Extraordinary Concourse, And Even To Mend It, As Clockmaker Mends His Work.

I Am So In Favor Of The Actual Infinite That Instead Of Admitting That Nature Abhors It, As Is Commonly Said, I Hold That Nature Makes Frequent Use Of It Everywhere, In Order To Show More Effectively The Perfections Of Its Author.

To Love Is To Find Pleasure In The Happiness Of Others.