He hurled his missiles at Voltaire, whom, with weakly exaggeration, he accused of being the author of all his misfortunes.

"Those gentlemen of the Grand Council," he said, "see M.de Voltaire so often, how is it that he did not inspire them with a little of that tolerance which he is incessantly preaching, and of which he sometimes has need?
If they had consulted him a little on this matter, it appears to me that he might have addressed them pretty nearly thus: 'Gentlemen, it is not the arguers who do harm; philosophy can gang its ain gait without risk;' the people either do not hear it at all or let it babble on, and pay it back all the disdain it feels for them.

I do not argue myself, but others argue, and what harm comes of it?
We have arranged that my great influence in the court and my pretended omnipotence should serve you as a pretext for allowing a free, peaceful course to the sportive jests of my advanced years; that is a good thing, but do not, for all that, burn graver writings, for that would be too shocking.

I have so often preached tolerance! It must not be always required of others and never displayed towards them.

This poor creature believes in God, let us pass over that; he will not make a sect.
He is a bore; all arguers are.