Observe that noses were made to wear spectacles; and so we have spectacles. Legs were visibly instituted to be breeched, and we have breeches. Stones were formed to be quarried and to build castles; and My Lord has a very noble castle; the greatest Baron in the province should have the best house; and as pigs were made to be eaten, we eat pork all year round; consequently, those who have asserted all is well talk nonsense; they ought to have said that all is for the best.

History consists of a series of accumulated imaginative inventions.

Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.

Even in those cities which seem to enjoy the blessings of peace, and where the arts florish, the inhabitants are devoured by envy, cares and anxieties, which are greater plagues than any expirienced in a town when it is under siege.

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

Christianity is the most ridiculous, the most absurd and bloody religion that has ever infected the world.

In this country we find it pays to shoot an admiral from time to time to encourage the others.