Religion Is Like The Fashion,

Few Men Make Themselves Masters Of The Things They Write Or Speak.

A Glorious Church Is Like A Magnificent Feast; There Is All The Variety That May Be, But Every One Chooses Out A Dish Or Two That He Likes, And Lets The Rest Alone: How Glorious Soever The Church Is, Every One Chooses Out Of It His Own Religion, By Which He Governs Himself, And Lets The Rest Alone.

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.

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

Thou Little Thinkest What A Little Foolery Governs The World.