Essays — Michel de Montaigne

Essays

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• "Quaerite, quos agitat mundi labor." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5168
• "Fluctus uti primo coepit cum albescere vento, Paulatim sese tollit mare, et altius undas Erigit, inde imo consurgit ad aethera fundo." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5172
• "Nihil est turpius, quam cognitioni et perceptions assertionem approbationemque praecurrere." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5176
• "Cui cum tetigere parentem, jam defecta vigent renovata robore membra:" CHAPTER XIII · ¶5179
• "Sed neque quam multae species, nec nomina quae sint, Est numerus." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5183
• "Sola sapientia in se tota conversa est." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5186
• I was sometimes asked, what I should have thought myself fit for, had any one designed to make use of me, while I was of suitable years: CHAPTER XIII · ¶5189
• "Dum melior vires sanguis dabat, aemula necdum Temporibus geminis canebat sparsa senectus:" CHAPTER XIII · ¶5190
• For such a purpose, I would have a man who is content with his own fortune: CHAPTER XIII · ¶5194
• "Quod sit, esse velit, nihilque malit," CHAPTER XIII · ¶5195
• "Tandem effcaci do manus scientiae." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5202
• "Ad primum lapidem vectari quum placet, hora Sumitur ex libro; si prurit frictus ocelli Angulus, inspecta genesi, collyria quaerit;" CHAPTER XIII · ¶5213
• "Naturt homo mundum et elegans animal est." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5218
• Of all the actions of nature, I am the most impatient of being interrupted in that. I have seen many soldiers troubled with the unruliness of their bellies; whereas mine and I never fail of our punctual assignation, which is at leaping out of bed, if some indispensable business or sickness does not molest us. CHAPTER XIII · ¶5220
• "An vivere tanti est? Cogimur a suetis animum suspendere rebus, Atque, ut vivamus, vivere desinimus. . Hos superesse reor, quibus et spirabilis aer Et lux, qua regimur, redditur ipsa gravis." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5222
• If they do no other good, they do this at least, that they prepare patients betimes for death, by little and little undermining and cutting off the use of life. CHAPTER XIII · ¶5224
• "Quem circumcursans huc atque huc saepe Cupido Fulgebat crocink splendidus in tunic." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5226
• given myself the rein as licentiously and inconsiderately to the desire that was predominant in me, as any other whomsoever: CHAPTER XIII · ¶5228
• "Et militavi non sine gloria;" CHAPTER XIII · ¶5229
• yet more in continuation and holding out, than in sally: CHAPTER XIII · ¶5231
• "Sex me vix memini sustinuisse vices." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5232
• "Inde tragus, celeresque pili, mirandaque matri Barba meae." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5235
• I have observed, that both in wounds and sicknesses, speaking discomposes and hurts me, as much as any irregularity I can commit. My voice pains and tires me, for 'tis loud and forced; so that when I have gone to a whisper some great persons about affairs of consequence, they have often desired me to moderate my voice. CHAPTER XIII · ¶5242
• "Est quaedam vox ad auditum accommodata, non magnitudine, sed proprietate." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5244
• Speaking is half his who speaks, and half his who hears; the latter ought to prepare himself to receive it, according to its bias; as with tennis-players, he who receives the ball, shifts and prepares, according as he sees him move who strikes the stroke, and according to the stroke itself. CHAPTER XIII · ¶5246
• Experience has, moreover, taught me this, that we ruin ourselves by impatience. Evils have their life and limits, their diseases and their recovery. CHAPTER XIII · ¶5247
• "Indignare, si quid in to inique proprio constitutum est." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5249
• See an old man who begs of God that he will maintain his health vigorous and entire; that is to say, that he restore him to youth: CHAPTER XIII · ¶5251
• "Stulte, quid haec frustra votis puerilibus optas?" CHAPTER XIII · ¶5252
• "Non secus instantem cupiens fulcire ruinam, Diversis contra nititur obiicibus; Donec certa dies, omni compage soluta, Ipsum cum rebus subruat auxilium." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5255
• "Quae venit indigne poena, dolenda venit:" CHAPTER XIII · ¶5260
• "Pulchrumque mori succurrit in armis." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5270
• "Vivere, mi Lucili, militare est." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5273
• I do not remember that I ever had the itch, and yet scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and so much at hand; but repentance follows too near. I use it most in my ears, which are at intervals apt to itch. CHAPTER XIII · ¶5275
• "Non hoc amplius est liminis, aut aquae Coelestis, patiens latus." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5277
• "Nec vitiant artus aegrae contagia mentis." CHAPTER XIII · ¶5280
• "Quis tumidum guttur miratur in Alpibus?" CHAPTER XIII · ¶5283
• than I regret that my duration shall not be as long and entire as that of an oak. CHAPTER XIII · ¶5285

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