There Is Nothing Without Reason.

The World Is Not A Machine. Everything In It Is Force, Life, Thought.

These Principles Have Given Me A Way Of Explaining Naturally The Union Or Rather The Mutual Agreement [conformité] Of The Soul And The Organic Body. The Soul Follows Its Own Laws, And The Body Likewise Follows Its Own Laws; And They Agree With Each Other In Virtue Of The Pre-established Harmony Between All Substances, Since They Are All Representations Of One And The Same Universe.

I Don't Say That Bodies Like Flint, Which Are Commonly Called Inanimate, Have Perceptions And Appetition; Rather They Have Something Of That Sort In Them, As Worms Are In Cheese.

If We Could Sufficiently Understand The Order Of The Universe, We Should Find That It Exceeds All The Desires Of The Wisest Men, And That It Is Impossible To Make It Better Than It Is, Not Only As A Whole And In General But Also For Ourselves In Particular, If We Are Attached, As We Ought To Be, To The Author Of All, Not Only As To The Architect And Efficient Cause Of Our Being, But As To Our Master And To The Final Cause, Which Ought To Be The Whole Aim Of Our Will, And Which Can Alone Make Our Happiness.

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.