A Dialogue between two Infants in the womb concerning the state of this world, might handsomely illustrate our ignorance of the next, whereof methinks we yet discourse in Plato's Den, and are but Embryon Philosophers.

In the deep discovery of the Subterranean world, a shallow part would satisfy some enquirers.

Were the happiness of the next world as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.

Times before you, when even the living men were Antiquities; when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world, could not be properly said, to go…

First come I; my name is Jowett. There's no knowledge but I know it. I am master of this college: What I don't know isn't knowledge.

What do I know about God and the purpose of life? I know that this world exists.

And how is not this the most reprehensible ignorance, to think that one knows what one does not know? But I, O Athenians! in this, perhaps, differ from most me…