Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) is a miscarriage, couched on the threshold of modern times whose call for a "return to nature" is senseless.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) is the first modern man, idealist and rabble in one person, a person who needed moral "dignity" to be able to stand his own sight, sick with unbridled vanity and unbridled self-contempt.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) is responsible for a doctrine of equality that seemed to be preached by justice itself, whereas it really is the termination of justice.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) is responsible for a morality that attracts everything shallow and mediocre, a doctrine of equality.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) is a miscarriage, couched on the threshold of modern times.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) is “impuris naturalibus”, or the return to nature in natural filth
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) the man of Rousseau — crushed by wealth and priests, he cries to 'holy nature' and finds it as distant as an Epicurean god; flinging off his arts and sciences, he is the Typhon under Etna of every socialist earthquake.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) used his own vices as manure for his talent: his indictment of society is personal bitterness, poisoning the arrows he shoots.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) blamed our pitiable civilisation for our bad morality; against him: our good morality is to blame for the pitiableness of our civilisation — weak social ideas of good and evil snapped the self-reliant men who were its pillars.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau (n.) is the masked plebeian: everything he valued is a little questionable, and everyone who needs "moral dignity" for lack of better has admired him — there is plebeian rancor at the basis of romanticism.