Why Is There Anything At All Rather

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.

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.

I Don't Say That Bodies Like Flint, Which Are Commonly Called Inanimate, Have Perceptions And Appetition; Rather They Have Something Of That Sort In Them, As Worms Are In Cheese.

Nothing Is More Important Than To See The Sources Of Invention Which Are, In My Opinion More Interesting Than The Inventions Themselves.

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