Music Is Nothing But Unconscious Arithmetic.

The Monad, Of Which We Shall Speak Here, Is Nothing But A Simple Substance Which Enters Into Compounds; Simple, That Is To Say, Without Parts.

Philosophy Consists Mostly Of Kicking Up A Lot Of Dust And Then Complaining That You Can't See Anything.

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

Either There Are No Corporeal Substances, And Bodies Are Merely Phenomena Which Are True Or Consistent With Each Other, Such As A Rainbow Or A Perfectly Coherent Dream, Or There Is In All Corporeal Substances Something Analogous To The Soul.

It Is Worth Noting That The Notation Facilitates Discovery. This, In A Most Wonderful Way, Reduces The Mind's Labour.