Jean-Jacques Rousseau,
The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau…
“ I am certain that, by thus going out of my sphere, I should become useless to the inhabitants, and render myself unhappy.Tormented, beaten by storms from every quarter, and, for several years past, fatigued by journeys and persecution, I strongly felt a want of the repose of which my barbarous enemies wantonly deprived me: I sighed more than ever after that delicious indolence, that soft tranquillity of body and mind, which I had so much desired, and to which, now that I had recovered from the chimeras of love and friendship, my heart limited its supreme felicity. ”
