The Present Is Saturated With

To Love Is To Place Happiness In The Heart Of Another.

Each Portion Of Matter May Be Conceived Of As A Garden Full Of Plants, And As A Pond Full Of Fishes. But Each Branch Of The Plant, Each Member Of The Animal, Each Drop Of Its Humors, Is Also Such A Garden Or Such A Pond.

God's Relation To Spirits Is Not Like That Of A Craftsman To His Work, But Also Like That Of A Prince To His Subjects.

There Is No Argument So Cogent Not Only In Demonstrating, The Indestructibility Of The Soul, But Also In Showing That It Always Preserves In Its Nature Traces Of All Its Preceding States With A Practical Remembrance Which Can Always Be Aroused. Since It Has The Consciousness Of Or Knows In Itself What Each One Calls His Me. This Renders It Open To Moral Qualities, To Chastisement And To Recompense Even After This Life, For Immortality Without Remembrance Would Be Of No Value.

Indeed Every Monad Must Be Different From Every Other. For There Are Never In Nature Two Beings, Which Are Precisely Alike, And In Which It Is Not Possible To Find Some Difference Which Is Internal, Or Based On Some Intrinsic Quality.