To Love Is To Find Pleasure In

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.

Whence It Follows That God Is Absolutely Perfect, Since Perfection Is Nothing But Magnitude Of Positive Reality, In The Strict Sense, Setting Aside The Limits Or Bounds In Things Which Are Limited.

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.

Imaginary Numbers Are A Fine And Wonderful Refuge Of The Divine Spirit Almost An Amphibian Between Being And Non-being.

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.