Philosophy consists mostly of kicking up a lot of dust and then complaining that you can't see anything.

Every mind has a horizon in respect to its present intellectual capacity but not in respect to its future intellectual capacity.

There is no way in which a simple substance could begin in the course of nature, since it cannot be formed by means of compounding.

Why is there anything at all rather than nothing whatsoever?

What is is what must be.

We may say, that not only the soul (the mirror of an indestructible universe) is indestructible, but also the animal itself is, although its mechanism is frequently destroyed in parts.

To love is to be delighted by the happiness of someone, or to experience pleasure upon the happiness of another. I define this as true love.