An author must be independent of success Cemented by reciprocal esteem Difficult to think nobly when we think for a livelihood Dine at the hour of supper; sup when I should have been asleep Force me to be happy in the manner they should point out Hastening on to death without having lived How many wrongs are effaced by the embraces of a friend I loved her too well to wish to possess her I never heard her speak ill of persons who were absent Idea of my not being everything to her In the course of their lives frequently unlike themselves Is it possible to dissimulate with persons whom we love? Letters illustrious in proportion as it was less a trade Loaded with words and redundancies Make men like himself, instead of taking them as they were Manoeuvres of an author to the care of publishing a good book No longer permitted to let old people remain out of Paris No sooner had lost sight of men than I ceased to despise them Not knowing how to spend their time, daily breaking in upon me Painful to an honest man to resist desires already formed Rather bashful than modest This continued desire to control me in all my wishes To make him my apologies for the offence he had given me Tyranny of persons who called themselves my friends Virtuous minds, which vice never attacks openly When once we make a secret of anything to the person we love Without the least scruple, freely disposing of my time Writing for bread would soon have extinguished my genius THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 10 [JJ#10][jj10b10.txt]3910 Indolence, negligence and delay in little duties to be fulfilled Jean Bapiste Rousseau My greatest faults have been omissions Satisfaction of weeping together The malediction of knaves is the glory of an honest man There is nothing in this world but time and misfortune What facility everything which favors the malignity of man Whence comes it that even a child can intimidate a man THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 11 [JJ#11][jj11b10.txt]3911 Caution is needless after the evil has happened Her excessive admiration or dislike of everything More folly than candor in the declaration without necessity Multiplying persons and adventures That which neither women nor authors ever pardon THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 12 [JJ#12][jj12b10.txt]3912 Bilboquet I never much regretted sleep In company I suffer cruelly by inaction Indolence of company is burdensome because it is forced More stunned than flattered by the trumpet of fame Nothing absurd appears to them incredible Obliged to pay attention to every foolish thing uttered Only prayer consisted in the single interjection "Oh!" Reproach me with so many contradictions Substituting cunning to knowledge Wish thus to be revenged of me for their humiliation ENTIRE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 13 [JJ#13][jj13b10.txt]3913