To Love Is To Place Happiness In

I Have Said More Than Once, That I Hold Space To Be Something Purely Relative, As Time; An Order Of Coexistences, As Time Is An Order Of Successions.

Now Where There Are No Parts, There Neither Extension, Nor Shape, Nor Divisibility Is Possible. And These Monads Are The True Atoms Of Nature And, In A Word, The Elements Of Things.

I Also Readily Admit That There Are Animals, Taken In The Ordinary Sense, That Are Incomparably Larger Than Those We Know Of, And I Have Sometimes Said In Jest That There Might Be A System Like Ours Which Is The Pocketwatch Of Some Enormous Giant.

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.

A Great Doctor Kills More People Than A Great General.