Virtue Is The Habit Of

In My Judgment An Organic Machine New To Nature Never Arises, Since It Always Contains An Infinity Of Organs So That It Can Express, In Its Own Way, The Whole Universe; Indeed, It Always Contains All Past And Present Times.

Every Substance Is As A World Apart, Independent Of Everything Else Except God.

Each Portion Of Matter May Be Conceived Of As A Garden Full Of Plants, And As A Pond Full Of Fishes. But Each Branch Of The Plant, Each Member Of The Animal, Each Drop Of Its Humors, Is Also Such A Garden Or Such A Pond.

In Symbols One Observes An Advantage In Discovery Which Is Greatest When They Express The Exact Nature Of A Thing Briefly And, As It Were, Picture It; Then Indeed The Labor Of Thought Is Wonderfully Diminished.

There Is No Argument So Cogent Not Only In Demonstrating, The Indestructibility Of The Soul, But Also In Showing That It Always Preserves In Its Nature Traces Of All Its Preceding States With A Practical Remembrance Which Can Always Be Aroused. Since It Has The Consciousness Of Or Knows In Itself What Each One Calls His Me. This Renders It Open To Moral Qualities, To Chastisement And To Recompense Even After This Life, For Immortality Without Remembrance Would Be Of No Value.