No More Learning

The French enlightenment of the eighteenth
century was tainted with a deep insincerity: it
had neither the will nor the strength to make the
life agree with the idea: people raved of the holy
simplicity of Nature, and were unutterably pleased
with the most           customs and costumes
which ever governed the European world; people
jeered at the absurd chance of birth, dreamed of
the original freedom and equality, and yet lived
gaily on in an insolent contempt of humanity,
and all the sweet sins of the old fawning society,
borne up with the hope that sometime in a distant
future Reason would set up her throne on the
fragments of all existing things.