Childhood Is The Sleep Of Reason.

I Loved Too Sincerely, Too Completely, I Venture To Say, To Be Able To Be Happy Easily.

We Have To Have Powder For Our Wigs; That Is Why So Many Poor People Have No Bread.

The Bigger A State Becomes The More Liberty Diminishes.

I Undertake The Same Project As Montaigne, But With An Aim Contrary To His Own: For He Wrote His Essays Only For Others, And I Write My Reveries Only For Myself.

Freedom Is The Power To Choose Our Own Chains