There Are Things I Can't Force. I

L'homme Est Ne Pour La Socie Te ; Se Parez-le, Isolez-le, Ses Ide Es Se De Suniront, Son Caracte' Re Se Tournera, Mille Affections Ridicules S'e Le' Veront Dans Son Coeur; Des 274 Pense Es Extravagantes Germeront Dans Son Esprit, Comme Les Ronces Dans Une Terre Sauvage. Man Is Born To Live In Society: Separate Him, Isolate Him, And His Ideas Disintegrate, His Character Changes, A Thousand Ridiculous Affectations Rise Up In His Heart; Extreme Thoughts Take Hold In His Mind, Like The Brambles In A Wild Field.

Philosophy Is As Far Separated From Impiety As Religion Is From Fanaticism.

The Arbitrary Rule Of A Just And Enlightened Prince Is Always Bad. His Virtues Are The Most Dangerous And The Surest Form Of Seduction: They Lull A People Imperceptibly Into The Habit Of Loving, Respecting, And Serving His Successor, Whoever That Successor May Be, No Matter How Wicked Or Stupid.

And His Hands Would Plait The Priest's Entrails, For Want Of A Rope, To Strangle Kings.

First Move Me, Astonish Me, Break My Heart, Let Me Tremble, Weep, Stare, Be Enraged-only Then Regale My Eyes.