"It is an almost schizophrenic tension. Leibniz comes forward in baroque strokes. […] The courtly wig is a façade, an entry, like the vow to hurt no one’s established feelings, and the art of presenting his system from one point of view or another, in such and such a mirror, following the apparent intelligence of a correspondent or of an opponent knocking on his door, ..."
"... while the System itself is up above, turning about itself, ceding absolutely nothing to the compromises, down below, whose secret he keeps, taking, on the contrary, ‘the best of all sides’ in order to deepen or to make another
fold in the room with closed doors and with sealed windows, the room in which Leibniz is confined when he states, ‘Everything is always the same, with degrees of perfection excepted’" ~ Deleuze, *The Fold* 32-33
"My wound existed before me: I was born to embody it." ~ D, *Logic of Sense*