QUOTES AND IMAGES: CONFESSIONS OF ROUSSEAU CONFESSIONS OF ROUSSEAU By Jean Jacques Rousseau A feeling heart the foundation of allmy misfortunes A religion preached by suchmissionaries must lead to paradise! A subject not even fit to make a priestof A man, on being questioned, isimmediately on his guard Adopted the jargon of books, than theknowledge they contained All animals are distrustful of man, andwith reason All your evils proceed from yourselves! An author must be independent ofsuccess Ardor for learning became so far amadness Aversion to singularity Avoid putting our interests incompetition with our duty Being beat like a slave, I judged I hada right to all vices Bilboquet Catholic must content himself with thedecisions of others Caution is needless after the evil hashappened Cemented by reciprocal esteem Considering this want of decency as anact of courage Conversations were more serviceablethan his prescriptions Degree of sensuality had mingled withthe smart and shame Die without the aid of physicians Difficult to think nobly when we thinkfor a livelihood Dine at the hour of supper; sup when Ishould have been asleep Disgusted with the idle trifling of aconvent Dissembler, though, in fact, I was onlycourteous Dying for love without an object Endeavoring to hide my incapacity, Irarely fail to show it Endeavoring to rise too high we are indanger of falling Ever appearing to feel as little forothers as herself Finding in every disease symptomssimilar to mine First instance of violence andoppression is so deeply engraved First time in my life, of saying, "Imerit my own esteem" Flattery, or rather condescension, isnot always a vice Force me to be happy in the manner theyshould point out Foresight with me has always embitteredenjoyment Hastening on to death without havinglived Hat, only fit to be carried under hisarm Have the pleasure of seeing an ass rideon horseback Have ever preferred suffering to owing Her excessive admiration or dislike ofeverything Hold fast to aught that I have, and yetcovet nothing more Hopes, in which self-love was by nomeans a loser How many wrongs are effaced by theembraces of a friend! I never much regretted sleep I strove to flatter my idleness I never heard her speak ill of personswho were absent I loved her too well to wish to possessher I felt no dread but that of beingdetected I was long a child, and am so yet inmany particulars I am charged with the care of myselfonly I only wished to avoid giving offence I did not fear punishment, but Idreaded shame I had a numerous acquaintance, yet nomore than two friends Idea of my not being everything to her Idleness is as much the pest of societyas of solitude If you have nothing to do, you mustabsolutely speak continually In the course of their lives frequentlyunlike themselves In company I suffer cruelly by inaction In a nation of blind men, those withone eye are kings Indolence, negligence and delay inlittle duties to be fulfilled Indolence of company is burdensomebecause it is forced Injustice of mankind which embittersboth life and death Insignificant trash that has obtainedthe name of education Instead of being delighted with thejourney only wished arrival Is it possible to dissimulate withpersons whom we love? Jean Bapiste Rousseau Knew how to complain, but not how toact Law that the accuser should be confinedat the same time Left to nature the whole care of my owninstruction Less degree of repugnance in divulgingwhat is really criminal Letters illustrious in proportion as itwas less a trade Loaded with words and redundancies Looking on each day as the last of mylife Love of the marvellous is natural tothe human heart Make men like himself, instead oftaking them as they were Making their knowledge the measure ofpossibilities Making me sensible of every deficiency Manoeuvres of an author to the care ofpublishing a good book Men, in general, make God likethemselves Men of learning more tenaciously retaintheir prejudices Mistake wit for sense Moment I acquired literary fame, I hadno longer a friend Money that we possess is the instrumentof liberty Money we lack and strive to obtain isthe instrument of slavery More stunned than flattered by thetrumpet of fame More folly than candor in thedeclaration without necessity Multiplying persons and adventures My greatest faults have been omissions Myself the principal object Necessity, the parent of industry, suggested an invention Neither the victim nor witness of anyviolent emotions No sooner had lost sight of men than Iceased to despise them No longer permitted to let old peopleremain out of Paris Not so easy to quit her house as toenter it Not knowing how to spend their time, daily breaking in upon me Nothing absurd appears to themincredible Obliged to pay attention to everyfoolish thing uttered Obtain their wishes, without permittingor promising anything One of those affronts which womenscarcely ever forgive Only prayer consisted in the singleinterjection "Oh!" Painful to an honest man to resistdesires already formed Passed my days in languishing insilence for those I most admire Piety was too sincere to give way toany affectation of it Placing unbounded confidence in myselfand others Prescriptions serve to flatter thehopes of the patient Priests ought never to have children--except by married women Proportioned rather to her ideas thanabilities Protestants, in general, are betterinstructed Rather bashful than modest Rather appeared to study with than toinstruct me Read the hearts of others byendeavoring to conceal our own Read description of any malady withoutthinking it mine Read without studying Remorse wakes amid the storms ofadversity Remorse sleeps in the calm sunshine ofprosperity Reproach me with so many contradictions Return of spring seemed to me likerising from the grave Rogues know how to save themselves atthe expense of the feeble Satisfaction of weeping together Seeking, by fresh offences, a return ofthe same chastisement Sin consisted only in the scandal Slighting her favors, if within yourreach, a unpardonable crime Sometimes encourage hopes they nevermean to realize Substituting cunning to knowledge Supposed that certain, which I onlyknew to be probable Taught me it was not so terrible tothieve as I had imagined That which neither women nor authorsever pardon The malediction of knaves is the gloryof an honest man The conscience of the guilty wouldrevenge the innocent There is nothing in this world but timeand misfortune There is no clapping of hands beforethe king This continued desire to control me inall my wishes Though not a fool, I have frequentlypassed for one To make him my apologies for theoffence he had given me True happiness is indescribable, it isonly to be felt Trusting too implicitly to their owninnocence Tyranny of persons who calledthemselves my friends Virtuous minds, which vice neverattacks openly Voltaire was formed never to be (happy) We learned to dissemble, to rebel, tolie What facility everything which favorsthe malignity of man When once we make a secret of anythingto the person we love When everyone is busy, you may continuesilent Whence comes it that even a child canintimidate a man Where merit consists in belief, and notin virtue Whole universe would be interested inmy concerns Whose discourses began by adistribution of millions Wish thus to be revenged of me fortheir humiliation Without the least scruple, freelydisposing of my time Writing for bread would soon haveextinguished my genius Yielded him the victory, or ratherdeclined the contest If you wish to read the entire context of any of these quotations, select a short segment and copy it into your clipboard memory--then openthe following eBook and paste the phrase into your computer's find orsearch operation.