Genius can never be exhausted by one individual.

In our country, the poets after Chaucer in the fifteenth century complained of the decay of their art--they did not anticipate Shakspeare.

In Hayley's time, who ever dreamt of the ascension of Byron?
Yet Shakspeare and Byron came like the bridegroom 'in the dead of night;' and you have the same probability of producing--not, indeed, another Rousseau, but a writer to do equal honour to your literature." "I think," said Lady--, "that Rousseau's 'Julie' is over-rated.

I had heard so much of 'La Nouvelle Heloise' when I was a girl, and been so often told that it was destruction to read it, that I bought the book the very day after I was married.

I own to you that I could not get through it." "I am not surprised at it," answered Vincent; "but Rousseau is not the less a genius for all that: there is no story to bear out the style, and he himself is right when he says 'ce livre convient a tres peu de lecteurs.' One letter would delight every one--four volumes of them are a surfeit--it is the toujours perdrix.