And for mathematical science, he that doubts their certainty hath need of a dose of hellebore.

There is nothing in words and styles out suitableness that makes them acceptable and effective.

Some pretences daunt and discourage us, while others raise us to a brisk assurance.

It may not be impossible, but that our Faculties may be so construed, as always to deceive us in the things we judge most certain and assured.

That though we are certain of many things, yet that Certainty is no absolute Infallibility, there still remains the possibility of our being mistaken in all matters of humane Belief and Inquiry.

It is the great beauty of true religion that it shall be universal, and a departure in any instance from universality is a corruption of religion itself.

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

The precipitancy of disputation, and the stir and noise of passions that usually attend it, must needs be prejudicial to verity.

The woman in us still prosecutes a deceit like that begun in the garden.

What's impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.

They that never peeped beyond the common belief in which their easy understandings were at first indoctrinated are strongly assured of the truth of their receptions.

There's a way of listening in the dark that's so intense for girls. You can feel the insides of your ears.

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...

I actually lost both my legs. I can walk because I got really good health care.

My dream is to continue to be an artist who gets to be different individuals from different walks of life.

My plant is probably dead." Camryn looks slightly surprised. "You have a plant?" I smile. "Yeah, her name's Georgia.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

Losing is only temporary and not encompassing. You must simply study it, learn from it, and try hard not to lose the same way again. Then you must have the self-control to forget about it.

But some things are the same. My mother still owns the house I grew up in, on what would now be called a cul de sac, but which the sign on the corner called a dead end street.

Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.

The cement of this union is in the heart blood of every American. I do not believe there is on earth a government established on so immovable a basis.