Everything That Is Possible Demands To Exist.

According To Their [newton And His Followers] Doctrine, God Almighty Wants To Wind Up His Watch From Time To Time: Otherwise It Would Cease To Move. He Had Not, It Seems, Sufficient Foresight To Make It A Perpetual Motion. Nay, The Machine Of God's Making, So Imperfect, According To These Gentlemen; That He Is Obliged To Clean It Now And Then By An Extraordinary Concourse, And Even To Mend It, As Clockmaker Mends His Work.

A Great Doctor Kills More People Than A Great General.

The Larger The Mass Of Collected Things, The Less Will Be Their Usefulness. Therefore, One Should Not Only Strive To Assemble New Goods From Everywhere, But One Must Endeavor To Put In The Right Order Those That One Already Possesses.

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.

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.