Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul.
MICHEL DE MONTAIGNEIf you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
More Michel de Montaigne Quotes
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If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.
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I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.
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It is an absolute and virtually divine perfection to know how to enjoy our being rightfully.
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When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.
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If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.
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How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.
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A wise man never loses anything, if he has himself.
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A wise man sees as much as he ought, not as much as he can.
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The world is but a perpetual see-saw.
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Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.
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I quote others only in order the better to express myself.
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How many condemnations I have witnessed more criminal than the crime!
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Covetousness is both the beginning and the end of the devil’s alphabet – the first vice in corrupt nature that moves, and the last which dies.
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I do myself a greater injury in lying than I do him of whom I tell a lie.
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Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.
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