History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.
I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it.
To succeed in chaining the multitude, you must seem to wear the same fetters.
I would rather obey a fine lion, much stronger than myself, than two hundred rats of my own species.
Being unable to make people more reasonable, I preferred to be happy away from them
This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity