To Love Is To Place Happiness In

Nothing Is Accomplished All At Once, And It Is One Of My Great Maxims, And One Of The Most Completely Verified, That Nature Makes No Leaps: A Maxim Which I Have Called The Law Of Continuity.

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

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.

Let There Be Two Possible Things, A And B, One Of Which Is Such That It Is Necessary That It Exists, And Let Us Assume That There Is More Perfection In A Than In B. Then, At Least, We Can Explain Why A Should Exist Rather Than B And Can Foresee Which Of Them Will Exist; Indeed, This Can Be Demonstrated, That Is, Rendered Certain From The Nature Of The Thing.

All The Different Classes Of Beings Which Taken Together Make Up The Universe Are, In The Ideas Of God Who Knows Distinctly Their Essential Gradations, Only So Many Ordinates Of A Single Curve So Closely United That It Would Be Impossible To Place Others Between Any Two Of Them, Since That Would Imply Disorder And Imperfection. Thus Men Are Linked With The Animals, These With The Plants And These With The Fossils Which In Turn Merge With Those Bodies Which Our Senses And Our Imagination Represent To Us As Absolutely Inanimate.