This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity
The only reward to be expected from literature is contempt if one fails and hatred if one succeeds.
What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity.
It is impossible to translate poetry. Can you translate music?
A false science makes atheists, a true science prostrates men before the Deity
This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind: it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.