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.

Reality cannot be found except in One single source, because of the interconnection of all things with one another.

Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.

Make me the the master of education, and I will undertake to change the world.

The present is saturated with the past and pregnant with the future.

Why is there anything at all rather than nothing whatsoever?

[Alternate translation:] The Divine Spirit found a sublime outlet in that wonder of analysis, that portent of the ideal world, that amphibian between being and not-being, which we call the imaginary root of negative unity.