Wit & Attitude Quote by Voltaire

Voltaire’s jab lands because it dresses contempt in etiquette: a perfectly polite insult aimed at a society that confuses refinement with merit. The line isn’t really about stupidity as a personal failing; it’s about how institutions reward compliant dullness when it comes packaged as “good breeding.” In other words, ignorance can be forgiven, even promoted, if it flatters the room.

The subtext is classic Enlightenment warfare. Voltaire spent his life watching power cluster around courtly manners, clerical authority, and inherited status while independent thought was treated as impolite noise. “Well-mannered” here is a code word for socially legible: knowing when to bow, when to laugh, when to stop asking dangerous questions. Stupidity isn’t merely lack of intelligence; it’s the strategic refusal to notice contradictions that might inconvenience the hierarchy. Add manners and you get the ideal functionary: harmless, agreeable, loyal.

What makes the sentence work is its inversion of the usual self-help logic. Success is supposed to be the reward for talent plus effort; Voltaire flips it into a recipe for mediocrity, delivered with the calm certainty of an etiquette manual. The wit is surgical: he doesn’t romanticize the rebel genius, he indicts the system that turns civility into a credential and uses “polish” as a shield against accountability.

Read in context of salons, censorship, and aristocratic performance, it’s also a warning. If you want to be heard, beware the trap: the world may prefer your manners to your mind, and it may demand both your silence and your smile.