Music Is Nothing But Unconscious Arithmetic.

I Also Take It As Granted That Every Created Thing, And Consequently The Created Monad Also, Is Subject To Change, And Indeed That This Change Is Continual In Each One.

It's Easier To Be Original And Foolish Than Original And Wise.

To Love Is To Find Pleasure In The Happiness Of Others.

There Is Nothing Without Reason.

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.