All Political Parties Die At Last Of

The Mathematics Are Friends To Religion, Inasmuch As They Charm The Passions, Restrain The Impetuosity Of The Imagination, And Purge The Mind From Error And Prejudice. Vice Is Error, Confusion, And False Reasoning; And All Truth Is More Or Less Opposite To It. Besides, Mathematical Studies May Serve For A Pleasant Entertainment For Those Hours Which Young Men Are Apt To Throw Away Upon Their Vices; The Delightfulness Of Them Being Such As To Make Solitude Not Only Easy, But Desirable.

It Is Surprising To See What Superficial, Inconsequential Reasonings Satisfy The Most Part Of Mankind. A Piece Of Wit, A Jest, A Simile, Or A Quotation Of An Author, Passes For A Mighty Argument.... This Weakness And Effeminacy Of Mankind In Being Persuaded Where They Are Delighted, Have Made Them The Sport Of Orators, Poets, And Men Of Wit.

All The Politics In The World Are Nothing Else But A Kind Of Analysis Of The Quantity Of Probability In Casual Events, And A Good Politician Signifies No More But One Who Is Dexterous At Such Calculations.

Unjust Force Can Never Give Any Just Dominion.

It Is Impossible For A Die, With Such Determined Force And Direction Which Makes It Fall On Such A Determined Side, Only I Don't Know The Force And Direction Which Makes It Fall On Such A Determin'd Side, And Therefore I Call That Chance, Which Is Nothing, But Want Of Art.