eply engraved

First time in my life, of saying, "I
merit my own esteem"

Flattery, or rather condescension, is
not always a vice

Force me to be happy in the manner they
should point out

Foresight with me has always embittered
enjoyment

Hastening on to death without having
lived

Hat, only fit to be carried under his
arm

Have the pleasure of seeing an ass ride
on horseback

Have ever preferred suffering to owing

Her excessive admiration or dislike of
everything

Hold fast to aught that I have, and yet
covet nothing more

Hopes, in which self-love was by no
means a loser

How many wrongs are effaced by the
embraces of a friend!

I never much regretted sleep

I strove to flatter my idleness

I never heard her speak ill of persons
who were absent

I loved her too well to wish to possess
her

I felt no dread but that of being
detected

I was long a child, and am so yet in
many particulars

I am charged with the care of myself
only

I only wished to avoid giving offence

I did not fear punishment, but I
dreaded shame

I had a numerous acquaintance, yet no
more than two friends

Idea of my not being everything to her

Idleness is as much the pest of society
as of solitude

If you have nothing to do, you must
absolutely speak continually

In the course of their lives frequently
unlike themselves

In company I suffer cruelly by inaction

In a nation of blind men, those with
one eye are kings

Indolence, negligence and delay in
little duties to be fulfilled

Indolence of company is burdensome
because it is forced

Injustice of mankind which embitters
both life and death

Insignificant trash that has obtained
the name of education

Instead of being delighted with the
journey only wished arrival

Is it possible to dissimulate with
persons whom we love?

Jean Bapiste Rousseau

Knew how to complain, but not how to
act

Law that the accuser should be confined
at the same time

Left to nature the whole care of my own
instruction

Less degree of repugnance in divulging
what is really criminal

Letters illustrious in proportion as it
was less a trade

Loaded with words and redundancies

Looking on each day as the last of my
life

Love of the marvellous is natural to
the human heart

Make men like himself, instead of
taking them as they were

Making their knowledge the measure of
possibilities

Making me sensible of every deficiency

Manoeu