Alas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUAlas, it is when we are beginning to leave this mortal body that it most offends us!
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUMan is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUThe social pact, far from destroying natural equality, substitutes, on the contrary, a moral and lawful equality for whatever physical inequality that nature may have imposed on mankind; so that however unequal in strength and intelligence, men become equal by covenant and by right.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUThere is peace in dungeons, but is that enough to make dungeons desirable?
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUNothing on this earth is worth buying at the price of human blood.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUIn any real democracy, magistracy isn’t a benefit—it’s a burdensome responsibility that can’t fairly be imposed on one individual rather than another.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUTruth is an homage that the good man pays to his own dignity.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUIf there were a nation of Gods, it would govern itself democratically. A government so perfect is not suited to men.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUWhy should we build our happiness on the opinons of others, when we can find it in our own hearts?
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUHappiness requires three things, a good bank account, a good cook, and good digestion.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUTo be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUThe first man, who, after enclosing a piece of ground, took it into his head to say, This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the true founder of civil society.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUI hate books; they only teach us to talk about things we know nothing about.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUTo renounce freedom is to renounce one’s humanity, one’s rights as a man and equally one’s duties.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUIt is a great evil for a Chief of a nation to be born the enemy of the freedom whose defender he should be.
JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAUI feel an indescribable ecstasy and delirium in melting, as it were, into the system of being, in identifying myself with the whole of nature.
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