The wisest writers devote themselves to what a man ought to know, without asking what a child is capable of learning. They are always looking for the… - Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The wisest writers devote themselves to what a man ought to know, without asking what a child is capable of learning.

Why should we build our happiness on the opinons of others, when we can find it in our own hearts?

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment...

As a result of quarrels, blows, furtive and poorly chosen readings, my disposition became taciturn, wild, my head began to be spoiled, and I lived like a true werewolf.