Date: 1694
The soul is infused into the infant after (about) 45 days in the womb
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Date: 1707
The mind may be "soak'd in the bottom of the Belly" of one's Ignorance so that he needs the syrup of understanding and knowledge "to liquify the Matter" of his thoughts
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Date: Wednesday, June 18, 1712
"The strange and absurd Variety that is so apparent in Men's Actions, shews plainly they can never proceed immediately from Reason; so pure a Fountain emits no such troubled Waters: They must necessarily arise from the Passions, which are to the Mind as the Winds to a Ship, they only can move it,...
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Date: 1748
"The Soul is created in a State of moral Rectitude, but receives its vicious Tinctures from the Body, and is warped into its perverse and crooked Disposition by the Influence of the Senses"
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Date: 1662, 1762
"My soul melteth away for very heaviness: comfort thou me according unto thy word."
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Date: 1765
"Human Reason is a Tincture, infus'd, in a Proportion almost equal, into all our Opinions and Customs of what Form soever they be."
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Date: 1765
"The best Way to prove the Clearness of our Mind is by shewing its Faults; as when a Stream discovers the Dirt at the Bottom, it convinces us of the Transparency and Purity of the Water."
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Date: 1772
"No inference can give a juster idea of Des Cartes's doctrine of automata, than Mr. Regis's comparison of some hydraulic machines, to be seen in certain grottos and fountains, that serve as ornaments to the splendid mansions of the great; where water exerts itself by the disposition of the pipes,...
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Date: October, 1784
"Peace is the calm which succeeds the tempest, and hushes the billows of interest and passion to rest."
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Date: October, 1784
"Prudence through the ground of misery cuts a river of patience, where the Mind swims in boats of tranquillity along the streams of life, until she arrives at the haven of death, where all streams meet."
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