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

Now this connection or adaption of all created things with each, and of each with all the rest, means that each simple substance has relations which express all the others, and that consequently it is a perpetual living mirror of the universe.

One cannot explain words without making incursions into the sciences themselves, as is evident from dictionaries; and, conversely, one cannot present a science without at the same time defining its terms.

There is nothing waste, nothing sterile, nothing dead in the universe; no chaos, no confusions, save in appearance.

The greatness of a life can only be estimated by the multitude of its actions. We should not count the years, it is our actions which constitute our life.

Our reasonings are grounded upon two great principles, that of contradiction, in virtue of which we judge false that which involves a contradiction, and true that which is opposed or contradictory to the false.

Music is a secret and unconscious mathematical problem of the soul.

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

He who understands Archimedes and Apollonius will admire less the achievements of the foremost men of later times.

There is nothing without a reason.

Thus God alone is the primary Unity, or original simple substance, from which all monads, created and derived, are produced.

God’s relation to spirits is not like that of a craftsman to his work, but also like that of a prince to his subjects.

Virtue is the habit of acting according to wisdom.

There is a certain destiny of everything, regulated by the foreknowledge and providence of God in His works.

The pleasure we obtain from music comes from counting, but counting unconsciously. Music is nothing but unconscious arithmetic.

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.

Music is nothing but unconscious arithmetic.

And I’m afraid, in this day and age, trust, which I count so, you know, I love loyalty. I love trust.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

If critics have problems with my personal life, it’s their problem. Anybody with half a brain would realize that it’s the charts that count.

Stay triumphant, keep on living. Stay on your toes, get off the ropes. Don’t let ’em ever count you out.

To count – really and truly to count – a woman must have goodness or brains.

You got to have a strong mind if you fall back. When you fall back, they going to count you out. So you got to have a strong mind and know your worth. When you come back, you’ve got to be different and even more better.

There comes a point when you can more or less count the number of books you’re going to write before you die.

I could sooner count the stars than list all the things I love about you.