I gave my books to the public with a certainty of having written for the general good of mankind, without giving myself the least concern about what was to follow.

If the work was thrown aside, so much the worse for such as did not choose to profit by it.

Their approbation was not necessary to enable me to live, my profession was sufficient to maintain me had not my works had a sale, for which reason alone they all sold.
It was on the ninth of August, 1756, that I left cities, never to reside in them again: for I do not call a residence the few days I afterwards remained in Paris, London, or other cities, always on the wing, or contrary to my inclinations.

Madam d'Epinay came and took us all three in her coach; her farmer carted away my little baggage, and I was put into possession the same day.

I found my little retreat simply furnished, but neatly, and with some taste.