There Is Nothing Waste, Nothing Sterile, Nothing

Indeed Every Monad Must Be Different From Every Other. For There Are Never In Nature Two Beings, Which Are Precisely Alike, And In Which It Is Not Possible To Find Some Difference Which Is Internal, Or Based On Some Intrinsic Quality.

We Should Like Nature To Go No Further; We Should Like It To Be Finite, Like Our Mind; But This Is To Ignore The Greatness And Majesty Of The Author Of Things.

I Do Not Conceive Of Any Reality At All As Without Genuine Unity.

In Whatever Manner God Created The World, It Would Always Have Been Regular And In A Certain General Order. God, However, Has Chosen The Most Perfect, That Is To Say, The One Which Is At The Same Time The Simplest In Hypothesis And The Richest In Phenomena.

Every Present State Of A Simple Substance Is The Natural Consequence Of Its Preceding State, In Such A Way That Its Present Is Big With Its Future.