Liberty, then, about which so many volumes have been written is, when accurately defined, only the power of acting.

The spirit of property doubles a man's strength.

When we cannot use the compass of mathematics or the torch of experience...it is certain we cannot take a single step forward.

I cannot imagine how the clockwork of the universe can exist without a clockmaker.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

It is amusing that a virtue is made of the vice of chastity; and it's a pretty odd sort of chastity at that, which leads men straight into the sin of Onan, and girls to the waning of their color.

This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity