From Memoirs of a Physician, by Alexandre Dumas
"The king nodded. 'Oh, yes!' said he; 'I ask for nothing else from your philosophers, encyclopedists, thaumaturgi, illuminati, poets, economists, journalists, -- tribes that come one knows not whence, -- that are always bustling, writing, croaking, calumniating, calculating, preaching, complaining. Let them be crowned; let statues be raised to them; let temples be built to them, -- but let them leave me in peace.'"
From Chapter XXXIV, Voltaire and Rousseau