This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity
History is fables agreed upon.
Doubt is not a very agreeable status, but certainty is a ridiculous one.
I know many books which have bored their readers, but I know of none which has done real evil.
Everything can be borne except contempt.
He who cannot shine by thought, seeks to bring himself into notice by a witticism.