My love for imaginary objects and my facility in lending myself to them ended by disillusioning me with everything around me, and determined that love of solitude which I have retained ever since that time.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUIt is too difficult to think nobly when one thinks only of earning a living.
More Jean-Jacques Rousseau Quotes
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From this it follows that, the larger the State, the less the liberty.
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Those that are most slow in making a promise are the most faithful in the performance of it.
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I may be no better, but at least I am different.
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Truth is an homage that the good man pays to his own dignity.
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The imagination which causes so many ravages among us, never speaks to the heart of savages.
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I hate books; they only teach us to talk about things we know nothing about.
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Civilization is a hopeless race to discover remedies for the evils it produces.
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To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.
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But in some great souls, who consider themselves as citizens of the world, and forcing the imaginary barriers that separate people from people.
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To do is to be.
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What good would it be to possess the whole universe if one were its only survivor?
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In truth, laws are always useful to those with possessions and harmful to those who have nothing; from which it follows that the social state is advantageous to men only when all possess something and none has too much.
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To renounce liberty is to renounce being a man, to surrender the rights of humanity and even its duties.
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We cannot teach children the danger of lying to men without feeling as men, the greater danger of lying to children.
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Everything is good as it comes from the hands of the Maker of the world, but degenerates once it gets into the hands of man
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