Michel de Montaigne

If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because it was he; it was I.

We are, I know not how, double in ourselves, so that what we believe we do not believe, and cannot disengage ourselves from what we condemn.

Things are not so painful and difficult in themselves, but our weakness and cowardice make them so.

He who should teach men to die would teach them to live well.