These melancholy but touching reflections caused me to turn my thoughts towards myself with a regret which… — Jean Jacques Rousseau

These melancholy but touching reflections caused me to turn my thoughts towards myself with a regret which was not without its pleasure. It seemed to me that destiny owed me something which it had not yet granted me. Why had I been born with delicate faculties, if they were to remain unemployed to the end?

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