Glory and curiosity are the scourges of the soul; the last prompts us to thrust our noses into everything, the other forbids us to leave anything doubtful and undecided.
Michel de MontaigneThere is no passion so contagious as that of fear.
Michel de MontaigneMarriage is like a cage one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside desperate to get out...
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I have no other passion to keep me in breath. What avarice, ambition, quarrels, law suits do for others who, like me, have no particular vocation, love would much more commodiously do; it would restore to me vigilance, sobriety, grace, and the care of my person; it would reassure my countenance, so that the grimaces of old age, those deformed and dismal looks, might not come to disgrace it; would again put me upon sound and wise studies, by which I might render myself more loved and esteemed, clearing my mind of the despair of itself and of its use, and redintegrating it to itself; would divert me from a thousand troublesome thoughts, a thousand melancholic humours that idleness and the ill posture of our health loads us withal at such an age; would warm again, in dreams at least, the blood that nature is abandoning; would hold up the chin, and a little stretch out the nerves, the vigour and gaiety of life of that poor man who is going full drive towards his ruin.
Michel de MontaigneOnun için kalabalıktan kaçmak yetmez, bir yerden başka bir yere gitmekle iş bitmez. İçimizdeki kalabalıktan kurtulmamız, kendimizi kendimizden koparmamız gerek, böyle anlarda.
Michel de Montaigneİstediğimiz kadar yüksek duvarlara çıkalım, yine kendi bacaklarımızla yürüyeceğiz. Dünyanın en yüksek tahtına da çıksak, yine kendi kıçımızla oturacağız.
Michel de MontaigneWe are entirely made up of bits and pieces, woven together so diversely and so shapelessly that each one of them pulls its own way at every moment.
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If only talking to oneself did not look mad, no day would go by without my being heard growling to myself. - you silly shit!
Michel de MontaigneWe must learn to suffer whatever we cannot avoid. Our life is composed, like the harmony of the world, of dischords as well as different tones, sweet and harsh, sharp and flat, soft and loud. If a musician liked only some of them, what could he sing? He has got to know how to use all of them and blend them together. So too must we with good and ill, which are of one substance with our life.
Michel de MontaigneI want us to be doing things, prolonging life's duties as much as we can. I want death to find me planting my cabbages, neither worrying about it nor the unfinished gardening.
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