If all bores of books were to be burned, the whole country would have to be made into one great fireplace.

Come, come, let us leave those to argue who leave us to joke; let us burn neither people nor books and remain at peace, that is my advice.

That, in my opinion, is what might have been said, only in better style, by M.
Voltaire, and it would not have been, as it seems to me, the worst advice he could have given." My lord Marshal had left Neuchatel; Rousseau no longer felt safe there; he made up his mind to settle in the Island of St.Pierre, in the middle of the Lake of Bienne.

Before long an order from the Bernese senate obliged, him to quit it "within four and twenty hours, and with a prohibition against ever returning, under the heaviest penalties." Rousseau went through Paris and took refuge in England, whither he was invited by the friendliness of the historian Hume.

There it was that he began writing his _Confessions_.
Already the reason of the unhappy philosopher, clouded as it had sometimes been by the violence of his emotions, was beginning to be shaken at the foundations; he believed himself to be the victim of an immense conspiracy, at the head of which was his friend Hume.