There Is Nothing Without Reason.

To Love Is To Take Delight In Happiness Of Another, Or, What Amounts To The Same Thing, It Is To Account Another's Happiness As One's Own.

Nature Does Not Make Leaps.

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.

God Makes Nothing Without Order, And Everything That Forms Itself Develops Imperceptibly Out Of Small Parts.

For Things Remain Possible, Even If God Does Not Choose Them. Indeed, Even If God Does Not Will Something To Exist, It Is Possible For It To Exist, Since, By Its Nature, It Could Exist If God Were To Will It To Exist.