He Who Hasn't Tasted Bitter Things Hasn't

According To Their [newton And His Followers] Doctrine, God Almighty Wants To Wind Up His Watch From Time To Time: Otherwise It Would Cease To Move. He Had Not, It Seems, Sufficient Foresight To Make It A Perpetual Motion. Nay, The Machine Of God's Making, So Imperfect, According To These Gentlemen; That He Is Obliged To Clean It Now And Then By An Extraordinary Concourse, And Even To Mend It, As Clockmaker Mends His Work.

Nature Does Not Make Leaps.

To Love Is To Be Delighted By The Happiness Of Someone, Or To Experience Pleasure Upon The Happiness Of Another. I Define This As True Love.

Now Where There Are No Parts, There Neither Extension, Nor Shape, Nor Divisibility Is Possible. And These Monads Are The True Atoms Of Nature And, In A Word, The Elements Of Things.

The Present Is Saturated With The Past And Pregnant With The Future.