Imaginary Numbers Are A Fine And Wonderful

Music Is A Hidden Arithmetic Exercise Of The Soul, Which Does Not Know That It Is Counting.

The Words 'here You Can Find Perfect Peace' Can Be Written Only Over The Gates Of A Cemetery.

And There Must Be Simple Substances, Because There Are Compounds; For The Compound Is Nothing But A Collection Or Aggregatum Of Simples.

Everything That Is Possible Demands To Exist.

I Have Seen Something Of The Project Of M. De St. Pierre, For Maintaining A Perpetual Peace In Europe. I Am Reminded Of A Device In A Cemetery, With The Words: Pax Perpetua ; For The Dead Do Not Fight Any Longer: But The Living Are Of Another Humor; And The Most Powerful Do Not Respect Tribunals At All.