The superfluous, a very necessary thing.
Luxury has been railed at for two thousand years, in verse and in prose, and it has always been loved.
We are all guilty of the good we did not do
Je ne suis pas d'accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je d‚fendrai jusqu'... la mort le droit que vous avez de le dire/ I do not agree with what you have to say, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it
I serve your Beaune to my friends, but your Volnay I keep for myself.
This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity