Michel de Montaigne
Michel de Montaigne
Michel Eyquem de Montaignewas one of the most significant philosophers of the French Renaissance, known for popularizing the essay as a literary genre. His work is noted for its merging of casual anecdotes and autobiography with serious intellectual insight; his massive volume Essaiscontains some of the most influential essays ever written. Montaigne had a direct influence on writers all over the world, including Francis Bacon, René Descartes, Blaise Pascal, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Albert Hirschman, William Hazlitt, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Friedrich Nietzsche,...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth28 February 1533
CountryFrance
An untempted woman cannot boast of her chastity.
Now, since our condition accommodates things to itself, and transforms them according to itself, we no longer know things in their reality; for nothing comes to us that is not altered and falsified by our Senses. When the compass, the square, and the rule are untrue, all the calculations drawn from them, all the buildings erected by their measure, are of necessity also defective and out of plumb. The uncertainty of our senses renders uncertain everything that they produce.
The concern that some women show at the absence of their husbands, does not arise from their not seeing them and being with them, but from their apprehension that their husbands are enjoying pleasures in which they do not participate, and which, from their being at a distance, they have not the power of interrupting.
Give me the provisions and whole apparatus of a kitchen, and I would starve.
Those who give the first shock to a state are the first overwhelmed in its ruin; the fruits of public commotion are seldom enjoyed by him who was the first mover; he only beats the water for another's net.
It is a human tendency "to measure truth and error by our capacity."
Princes give me sufficiently if they take nothing from me, and do me much good if they do me no hurt; it is all I require of them.
Of all the benefits which virtue confers on us, the contempt of death is one of the greatest.
There are few men who dare to publish to the world the prayers they make to Almighty God.
Habit is second nature.
But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature.
The smallest annoyances, disturb us the most.
Lying is a terrible vice, it testifies that one despises God, but fears men.
There is no course of life so weak and sottish as that which is managed by order, method, and discipline.