A subject not even fit to make a priest of Endeavoring to hide my incapacity, I rarely fail to show it Endeavoring to rise too high we are in danger of falling Foresight with me has always embittered enjoyment Hat only fit to be carried under his arm Love of the marvellous is natural to the human heart Mistake wit for sense Priests ought never to have children--except by married women Rather appeared to study with than to instruct me Though not a fool, I have frequently passed for one THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 4 [JJ#04][jj04b10.txt]3904 Have ever preferred suffering to owing I was long a child, and am so yet in many particulars THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 5 [JJ#05][jj05b10.txt]3905 Adopted the jargon of books, than the knowledge they contained Dying for love without an object Have the pleasure of seeing an ass ride on horseback Idleness is as much the pest of society as of solitude If you have nothing to do, you must absolutely speak continually In a nation of blind men, those with one eye are kings Injustice of mankind which embitters both life and death Not so easy to quit her house as to enter it Sin consisted only in the scandal Trusting too implicitly to their own innocence Voltaire was formed never to be (happy) When everyone is busy, you may continue silent Whose discourses began by a distribution of millions THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 6 [JJ#06][jj06b10.txt]3906 All animals are distrustful of man, and with reason Ardor for learning became so far a madness Conversations were more serviceable than his prescriptions Finding in every disease symptoms similar to mine First time in my life, of saying, "I merit my own esteem" Looking on each day as the last of my life Making their knowledge the measure of possibilities Men, in general, make God like themselves One of those affronts which women scarcely ever forgive Prescriptions serve to flatter the hopes of the patient Read description of any malady without thinking it mine Read without studying Return of spring seemed to me like rising from the grave Slighting her favors, if within your reach, a unpardonable crime True happiness is indescribable, it is only to be felt THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 7 [JJ#07][jj07b10.txt]3907 I am charged with the care of myself only I strove to flatter my idleness Men of learning more tenaciously retain their predjudices THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 8 [JJ#08][jj08b10.txt]3908 All your evils proceed from yourselves Considering this want of decency as an act of courage Die without the aid of physicians I had a numerous acquaintance, yet no more than two friends Knew how to complain, but not how to act Moment I acquired literary fame, I had no longer a friend There is no clapping of hands before the king THE CONFESSIONS OF J. J. ROUSSEAU, BOOK 9 [JJ#09][jj09b10.txt]3909