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Michel de Montaigne

Michel de Montaigne (Michel Eyquem, lord of the manor of Montaigne, Dordogne) (28 February 1533 – 13 September 1592) was an influential French Renaissance writer, generally considered to be the inventor of the personal essay.

Quotes

 * We are, I know not how, double in ourselves, so that what we believe we disbelieve, and cannot rid ourselves of what we condemn.
 * As quoted in The Complete Works of Michael de Montaigne (1877) edited by William Carew Hazlitt, p. 289

Essais (1595)

 * Written between 1571 and 1592, these were published in various editions between 1580 and 1595 · Full text of Charles Cotton translation online at the Gutenberg Project

Book I

 * Je veux qu'on me voit en ma façon simple, naturelle, et ordinaire, sans étude et artifice; car c'est moi que je peins...Je suis moi-même la matière de mon livre.
 * I want to be seen here in my simple, natural, ordinary fashion, without straining or artifice; for it is myself that I portray...I am myself the matter of my book.
 * Book I (1580), To the Reader

 * Certes, c'est un subject merveilleusement vain, divers, et ondoyant, que l'homme. Il est malaisé d'y fonder jugement constant et uniforme.
 * Truly man is a marvellously vain, diverse, and undulating object. It is hard to found any constant and uniform judgement on him.
 * Book I, Ch. 1

 * [I]n my country, when they would say a man has no sense, they say, such an one has no memory; and when I complain of the defect of mine, they do not believe me, and reprove me, as though I accused myself for a fool: not discerning the difference betwixt memory and understanding, which is to make matters still worse for me. But they do me wrong; for experience, rather, daily shows us, on the contrary, that a strong memory is commonly coupled with infirm judgment.
 * Book I, Ch. 9

 * As for extraordinary things, all the provision in the world would not suffice.
 * Book I, Ch. 14

 * In my opinion, every rich man is a miser.
 * Book I, Ch. 14

 * How many we know who have fled the sweetness of a tranquil life in their homes, among the friends, to seek the horror of uninhabitable deserts; who have flung themselves into humiliation, degradation, and the contempt of the world, and have enjoyed these and even sought them out.
 * Book I, Ch. 14

 * Things are not bad in themselves, but our cowardice makes them so.
 * Book I, Ch. 14

 * C'est de quoi j'ai le plus de peur que la peur.
 * The thing I fear most is fear.
 * Book I, ch, 18

 * Whatever can be done another day can be done today.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * Je veux que la mort me trouve plantant mes choux.
 * I want death to find me planting my cabbages.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * All the opinions in the world point out that pleasure is our aim.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * He who would teach men to die would teach them to live.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * The day of your birth leads you to death as well as to life.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * Live as long as you please, you will strike nothing off the time you will have to spend dead.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little. Make use of time while it is present with you. It depends upon your will, and not upon the number of days, to have a sufficient length of life. Is it possible you can imagine never to arrive at the place towards which you are continually going? and yet there is no journey but hath its end. And, if company will make it more pleasant or more easy to you, does not all the world go the self-same way?
 * Book I, Ch. 20
 * Variant translation: Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The advantage of living is not measured by length, but by use; some men have lived long, and lived little; attend to it while you are in it. It lies in your will, not in the number of years, for you to have lived enough.

 * All of the days go toward death and the last one arrives there.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * We must not attach knowledge to the mind, we have to incorporate it there.
 * Book I, Ch. 25

 * Every other knowledge is harmful to him who does not have knowledge of goodness.
 * Book I, Ch. 25

 * To call out for the hand of the enemy is a rather extreme measure, yet a better one, I think, than to remain in continual fever over an accident that has no remedy. But since all the precautions that a man can take are full of uneasiness and uncertainty, it is better to prepare with fine assurance for the worst that can happen, and derive some consolation from the fact that we are not sure that it will happen.
 * Book I, Ch. 25

 * Un peu de chaque chose, et rien du tout, a la française.
 * A little of all things, but nothing of everything, after the French manner.
 * On the education of children; Book I, Chapter 26

 * Je ne dis les autres, sinon pour d'autant plus me dire.
 * I do not speak the minds of others except to speak my own mind better.
 * Variant: I quote others only in order the better to express myself.
 * Book I, Ch. 26

 * Since I would rather make of him an able man than a learned man, I would also urge that care be taken to choose a guide with a well-made rather than a well-filled head.
 * Book I, Ch. 26

 * Combien de choses nous servoyent hier d’articles de foy, qui nous sont fables aujourd’huy?
 * How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which today are fables for us?
 * Book I, Ch. 27

 * Si on me presse de dire pourquoi je l'aimais, je sens que cela ne se peut exprimer qu'en répondant: parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi.
 * If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.
 * Variants: If a man urge me to tell wherefore I loved him, I feel it cannot be expressed but by answering: Because it was he, because it was myself. 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.
 * Book I, Ch. 28

 * ... il n'est rien creu si fermement que ce qu'on sçait le moins, ...
 * Nothing is so firmly believed as that which we least know.
 * Variant: Nothing is so firmly believed as what is least known.
 * Book I, Ch. 31

 * L'homme d'entendement n'a rien perdu, s'il a soi-même.
 * A man of understanding has lost nothing, if he has himself.
 * Book I, Ch. 39

 * La plus grande chose du monde, c'est de savoir être à soi.
 * The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.
 * Book I, Ch. 39

 * He who does not give himself leisure to be thirsty cannot take pleasure in drinking.
 * Book I, Ch. 42

 * God's justice and His power are inseparable; 'tis in vain we invoke His power in an unjust cause. We are to have our souls pure and clean, at that moment at least wherein we pray to Him, and purified from all vicious passions; otherwise we ourselves present Him the rods wherewith to chastise us; instead of repairing anything we have done amiss, we double the wickedness and the offence when we offer to Him, to whom we are to sue for pardon, an affection full of irreverence and hatred. Which makes me not very apt to applaud those whom I observe to be so frequent on their knees, if the actions nearest to the prayer do not give me some evidence of amendment and reformation
 * Book I, Ch. 56. Of Prayers

 * A true prayer and religious reconciling of ourselves to Almighty God cannot enter into an impure soul, subject at the very time to the dominion of Satan. He who calls God to his assistance whilst in a course of vice, does as if a cut-purse should call a magistrate to help him, or like those who introduce the name of God to the attestation of a lie.
 * Book I, Ch. 56. Of Prayers

 * There is nothing so easy, so sweet, and so favourable, as the divine law: it calls and invites us to her, guilty and abominable as we are; extends her arms and receives us into her bosom, foul and polluted as we at present are, and are for the future to be. But then, in return, we are to look upon her with a respectful eye; we are to receive this pardon with all gratitude and submission, and for that instant at least, wherein we address ourselves to her, to have the soul sensible of the ills we have committed, and at enmity with those passions that seduced us to offend her;

Book II

 * There is as much difference between us and ourselves as between us and others.
 * Book II (1580), Ch. 1

 * It is the part of cowardice, not of courage, to go and crouch in a hole under a massive tomb, to avoid the blows of fortune.
 * Book II, Ch. 3. A Usage of the Island of Cea

 * C'est une épineuse entreprise, et plus qu'il ne semble, de suivre une allure si vagabonde que celle de nôtre esprit; de pénétrer les profondeurs opaques de ses replis internes; de choisir et arrêter tant de menus de ses agitations.
 * It is a thorny undertaking, and more so than it seems, to follow a movement so wandering as that of our mind, to penetrate the opaque depths of its innermost folds, to pick out and immobilize the innumerable flutterings that agitate it.
 * Book II, Ch. 6

 * Mon métier et mon art, c'est vivre.
 *  My trade and my art is living.
 * Book II, Ch. 6

 * I am angry at the custom of forbidding children to call their father by the name of father, and to enjoin them another, as more full of respect and reverence, as if nature had not sufficiently provided for our authority. We call Almighty God Father, and disdain to have our children call us so. I have reformed this error in my family.—[As did Henry IV. of France]—And 'tis also folly and injustice to deprive children, when grown up, of familiarity with their father, and to carry a scornful and austere countenance toward them, thinking by that to keep them in awe and obedience; for it is a very idle farce that, instead of producing the effect designed, renders fathers distasteful, and, which is worse, ridiculous to their own children.
 * Book II, Ch. 8. On the affections of fathers to their children

 * Virtue refuses facility for her companion … the easy, gentle, and sloping path that guides the footsteps of a good natural disposition is not the path of true virtue. It demands a rough and thorny road.
 * Book II, Ch. 11

 * For my own part, I cannot without grief see so much as an innocent beast pursued and killed that has no defence, and from which we have received no offence at all.
 * Book II, Ch. 11

 * Que sais-je?
 * What know I? (or What do I know?)
 * The notion of skepticism is most clearly understood by asking this question.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * Quand je me joue à ma chatte, qui sait si elle passe son temps de moi, plus que je ne fais d'elle.
 * When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not a pastime to her more than she is to me?
 * Book II, Ch. 12
 * The 1595 edition adds: “We entertain each other with reciprocal monkey tricks. If I have my time to begin or to refuse, so has she hers.” As quoted in Jacques Derrida, The Animal That Therefore I Am, trans. David Wills, Fordham University Press, 2008.

 * The sage says that all that is under heaven incurs the same law and the same fate.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * As far as fidelity is concerned, there is no animal in the world as treacherous as man.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mold...The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbor creates a war betwixt princes.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * The plague of man is boasting of his knowledge.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * The first law that ever God gave to man was a law of pure obedience; it was a commandment naked and simple, wherein man had nothing to inquire after, nor to dispute; forasmuch as to obey is the proper office of a rational soul, acknowledging a heavenly superior and benefactor.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * The participation we have in the knowledge of truth, such as it is, is not acquired by our own force: God has sufficiently given us to understand that, by the witnesses he has chosen out of the common people, simple and ignorant men, that he has been pleased to employ to instruct us in his admirable secrets. Our faith is not of our own acquiring; 'tis purely the gift of another's bounty: 'tis not by meditation, or by virtue of our own understanding, that we have acquired our religion, but by foreign authority and command wherein the imbecility of our own judgment does more assist us than any force of it; and our blindness more than our clearness of sight: 'tis more by__ the mediation of our ignorance than of our knowledge that we know any thing of the divine wisdom. 'Tis no wonder if our natural and earthly parts cannot conceive that supernatural and heavenly knowledge: let us bring nothing of our own, but obedience and subjection; for, as it is written, "I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent. Where is the wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the disputer of this world? Hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world? For after that, in the wisdom of God, the world knew not God, it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believe."
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * Of all human and ancient opinions concerning religion, that seems to me the most likely and most excusable, that acknowledged God as an incomprehensible power, the original and preserver of all things, all goodness, all perfection, receiving and taking in good part the honour and reverence that man paid him, under what method, name, or ceremonies soever
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * Man is forming thousands of ridiculous relations between himself and God.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * We are brought to a belief of God either by reason or by force. Atheism being a proposition as unnatural as monstrous, difficult also and hard to establish in the human understanding, how arrogant soever, there are men enough seen, out of vanity and pride, to be the authors of extraordinary and reforming opinions, and outwardly to affect the profession of them; who, if they are such fools, have, nevertheless, not the power to plant them in their own conscience. Yet will they not fail to lift up their hands towards heaven if you give them a good thrust with a sword in the breast, and when fear or sickness has abated and dulled the licentious fury of this giddy humour they will easily re-unite, and very discreetly suffer themselves to be reconciled to the public faith and examples.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * To an atheist all writings tend to atheism: he corrupts the most innocent matter with his own venom.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * L'homme est bien insensé. Il ne saurait forger un ciron, et forge des Dieux à douzaines.
 * Man is certainly crazy. He could not make a mite, and he makes gods by the dozen.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * Quelle vérité que ces montagnes bornent, qui est mensonge qui se tient au delà?
 * What of a truth that is bounded by these mountains and is falsehood to the world that lives beyond?
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison... Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons.''
 * Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... We are sleeping awake, and waking asleep.
 * Book II, Ch. 12
 * Variant translation: They who have compared our lives to a dream were, perhaps, more in the right than they were aware of. When we dream, the soul lives, works, and exercises all its faculties, neither more nor less than when awake; but more largely and obscurely, yet not so much, neither, that the difference should be as great as betwixt night and the meridian brightness of the sun, but as betwixt night and shade; there she sleeps, here she slumbers; but, whether more or less, ‘tis still dark, and Cimmerian darkness. We wake sleeping, and sleep waking.

 * There must then be something that is better, and that must be God. When you see a stately and stupendous edifice, though you do not know who is the owner of it, you would yet conclude it was not built for rats. And this divine structure, that we behold of the celestial palace, have we not reason to believe that it is the residence of some possessor, who is much greater than we?
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * We are no nearer heaven on the top of Mount Cenis than at the bottom of the sea; take the distance with your astrolabe. They debase God even to the carnal knowledge of women, to so many times, and so many generations.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * It was truly very good reason that we should be beholden to God only, and to the favour of his grace, for the truth of so noble a belief, since from his sole bounty we receive the fruit of immortality, which consists in the enjoyment of eternal beatitude.... The more we give and confess to owe and render to God, we do it with the greater Christianity.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * God might grant us riches, honours, life, and even health, to our own hurt; for every thing that is pleasing to us is not always good for us. If he sends us death, or an increase of sickness, instead of a cure, Vvrga tua et baculus, tuus ipsa me consolata sunt. "Thy rod and thy staff have comforted me," he does it by the rule of his providence, which better and more certainly discerns what is proper for us than we can do; and we ought to take it in good part, as coming from a wise and most friendly hand
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * Great abuses in the world are begotten, or, to speak more boldly, all the abuses of the world are begotten, by our being taught to be afraid of professing our ignorance, and that we are bound to accept all things we are not able to refute: we speak of all things by precepts and decisions. The style at Rome was that even that which a witness deposed to having seen with his own eyes, and what a judge determined with his most certain knowledge, was couched in this form of speaking: “it seems to me.” They make me hate things that are likely, when they would impose them upon me as infallible.
 * Book II, Ch. 12: Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * There is the name and the thing: the name is a voice which denotes and signifies the thing; the name is no part of the thing, nor of the substance; 'tis a foreign piece joined to the thing, and outside it. God, who is all fulness in Himself and the height of all perfection, cannot augment or add anything to Himself within; but His name may be augmented and increased by the blessing and praise we attribute to His exterior works: which praise, seeing we cannot incorporate it in Him, forasmuch as He can have no accession of good, we attribute to His name, which is the part out of Him that is nearest to us. Thus is it that to God alone glory and honour appertain; and there is nothing so remote from reason as that we should go in quest of it for ourselves; for, being indigent and necessitous within, our essence being imperfect, and having continual need of amelioration, 'tis to that we ought to employ all our endeavour.
 * Book II, Ch. 16

 * How many valiant men we have seen to survive their own reputation!
 * Book II, Ch. 16

 * A man may be humble through vainglory.
 * Book II, Ch. 17

 * I find that the best goodness I have has some tincture of vice.
 * Book II, Ch. 20

 * Saying is one thing and doing is another.
 * Book II, Ch. 31

 * As far as physicians go, chance is more valuable than knowledge.
 * Book II, Ch. 37

 * Physicians have this advantage: the sun lights their success and the earth covers their failures.
 * Book II, Ch. 37

 * There were never in the world two opinions alike, any more than two hairs or two grains. Their most universal quality is diversity.
 * Book II, Ch. 37

Book III

 * I will follow the good side right to the fire, but not into it if I can help it.
 * Book III (1595), Ch. 1

 * I speak the truth, not my fill of it, but as much as I dare speak; and I dare to do so a little more as I grow old.
 * Book III, Ch. 2

 * Few men have been admired by their own households.
 * Book III, Ch. 2

 * Chaque homme porte la forme, entière de l'humaîne condition.
 * Every man bears the whole stamp of the human condition.
 * Book III, Ch. 2

 * For my own part, I may desire in general to be other than I am; I may condemn and dislike my whole form, and beg of Almighty God for an entire reformation, and that He will please to pardon my natural infirmity: but I ought not to call this repentance, methinks, no more than the being dissatisfied that I am not an angel or Cato. My actions are regular, and conformable to what I am and to my condition; I can do no better; and repentance does not properly touch things that are not in our power; sorrow does.. I imagine an infinite number of natures more elevated and regular than mine; and yet I do not for all that improve my faculties, no more than my arm or will grow more strong and vigorous for conceiving those of another to be so.
 * Book III, Ch. 2

 * Malice sucks up the greatest part of its own venom, and poisons itself.
 * Of Repentance, Book III, Ch. 2

 * Non pudeat dicere, quod non pudet sentire: "Let no man be ashamed to speak what he is not ashamed to think."
 * Book III, Ch. 4.

 * It (marriage) happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.
 * Book III, Ch. 5

 * Not because Socrates said so, but because it is in truth my own disposition — and perchance to some excess — I look upon all men as my compatriots, and embrace a Pole as a Frenchman, making less account of the national than of the universal and common bond.
 * Book III, Ch. 9

 * Il n'est si homme de bien, qu'il mette à l'examen des loix toutes ses actions et pensées, qui ne soit pendable dix fois en sa vie.
 * There is no man so good that if he placed all his actions and thoughts under the scrutiny of the laws, he would not deserve hanging ten times in his life.
 * Book III, Ch. 9

 * A man must be a little mad if he does not want to be even more stupid.
 * Book III, Ch. 9

 * At the very beginning of my fevers and sicknesses that cast me down, whilst still entire, and but little, disordered in health, I reconcile myself to Almighty God by the last Christian, offices, and find myself by so doing less oppressed and more easy, and have got, methinks, so much the better of my disease. And I have yet less need of a notary or counsellor than of a physician.
 * Book III, Ch. 9

 * I have seen no more evident monstrosity and miracle in the world than myself.
 * Book III, Ch. 11

 * J'ai seulement fait ici un amas de fleurs étrangères, n'y ayant fourni du mien que le filet à les lier.
 * I have gathered a posy of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.
 * Book III, Ch. 12 : Of Physiognomy

 * ‘Tis a good word and a profitable desire, but withal absurd; for to make the handle bigger than the hand, the cubic longer than the arm, and to hope to stride further than our legs can reach, is both impossible and monstrous; or that man should rise above himself and humanity; for he cannot see but with his eyes, nor seize but with his hold. He shall be exalted, if God will lend him an extraordinary hand; he shall exalt himself, by abandoning and renouncing his own proper means, and by suffering himself to be raised and elevated by means purely celestial. It belongs to our Christian faith, and not to the stoical virtue, to pretend to that divine and miraculous metamorphosis.
 * Book III, Ch. 12 : Of Physiognomy

 * God never sends evils
 * Book III, Ch. 12

 * There is no wish more natural than the wish to know.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * It is more of a job to interpret the interpretations than to interpret the things, and there are more books about books than about any other subject: we do nothing but write glosses about each other.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * For truth itself does not have the privilege to be employed at any time and in every way; its use, noble as it is, has its circumscriptions and limits.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * He who remembers the evils he has undergone, and those that have threatened him, and the slight causes that have changed him from one state to another, prepares himself in that way for future changes and for recognizing his condition. The life of Caesar has no more to show us than our own; an emperor's or an ordinary man's, it is still a life subject to all human accidents.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * Si, avons nous beau monter sur des échasses, car sur des échasses encore faut-il marcher de nos jambes. Et au plus élevé trône du monde, si ne sommes assis que sur notre cul.
 * No matter that we may mount on stilts, we still must walk on our own legs. And on the highest throne in the world, we still sit only on our own bottom.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * Let us give Nature a chance; she knows her business better than we do.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * It would be better to have no laws at all than to have them in such profusion as we do.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * In this present that God has made us, there is nothing unworthy our care; we stand accountable for it even to a hair; and is it not a commission to man, to conduct man according to his condition; 'tis express, plain, and the very principal one, and the Creator has seriously and strictly prescribed it to us. Authority has power only to work in regard to matters of common judgment, and is of more weight in a foreign language; therefore let us again charge at it in this place
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.
 * Chapter X. Of Managing the Will. End of First Paragraph.

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

 * Man in sooth is a marvellous, vain, fickle, and unstable subject.
 * Book I, Ch. 1. That Men by various Ways arrive at the same End

 * All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate.
 * Book I, Ch. 2. Of Sorrow

 * It is not without good reason said, that he who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.
 * Book I, Ch. 9. Of Liars

 * He who should teach men to die would at the same time teach them to live.
 * Book I, Ch. 18. That Men are not to judge of our Happiness till after Death

 * The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from custom.
 * Book I, Ch. 22. Of Custom

 * Accustom him to everything, that he may not be a Sir Paris, a carpet-knight, 5 but a sinewy, hardy, and vigorous young man.
 * Book I, Ch. 15. Of the Education of Children

 * We were halves throughout, and to that degree that methinks by outliving him I defraud him of his part.
 * Book I, Ch. 27. Of Friendship

 * There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.
 * Book I, Ch. 30. Of Cannibals

 * Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know.
 * Book I, Ch. 31. Of Divine Ordinances

 * A wise man never loses anything, if he has himself.
 * Book I, Ch. 38. Of Solitude

 * Even opinion is of force enough to make itself to be espoused at the expense of life.
 * Book I, Ch. 40. Of Good and Evil

 * Plato says, "'T is to no purpose for a sober man to knock at the door of the Muses;" and Aristotle says "that no excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of folly."
 * Book II, Ch. 2. Of Drunkenness

 * For a desperate disease a desperate cure.
 * Book II, Ch. 3. The Custom of the Isle of Cea

 * And not to serve for a table-talk.
 * Book II, Ch. 3. The Custom of the Isle of Cea

 * To which we may add this other Aristotelian consideration, that he who confers a benefit on any one loves him better than he is beloved by him again.
 * Book II, Ch. 8. Of the Affections of Fathers

 * The middle sort of historians (of which the most part are) spoil all; they will chew our meat for us.
 * Book II, Ch. 10. Of Books

 * The only good histories are those that have been written by the persons themselves who commanded in the affairs whereof they write.
 * Book II, Ch. 10. Of Books

 * She [virtue] requires a rough and stormy passage; she will have either outward difficulties to wrestle with, 11 … or internal difficulties.
 * Book II, Ch. 11. Of Cruelty

 * There is, nevertheless, a certain respect and a general duty of humanity that ties us, not only to beasts that have life and sense, but even to trees and plants.
 * Book II, Ch. 11. Of Cruelty

 * Some impose upon the world that they believe that which they do not; others, more in number, make themselves believe that they believe, not being able to penetrate into what it is to believe.
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * 'T is one and the same Nature that rolls on her course, and whoever has sufficiently considered the present state of things might certainly conclude as to both the future and the past.
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould…. The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbour causes a war betwixt princes.
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a worm, and yet he will be making gods by dozens.
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * Why may not a goose say thus: "All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon, the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me; I have such an advantage by the winds and such by the waters; there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me. I am the darling of Nature! Is it not man that keeps and serves me?"
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * He that I am reading seems always to have the most force.
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * Apollo said that every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be.
 * Book II, Ch. 12. Apology for Raimond Sebond

 * How many worthy men have we seen survive their own reputation!
 * Book II, Ch. 16. Of Glory

 * The mariner of old said to Neptune in a great tempest, "O God! thou mayest save me if thou wilt, and if thou wilt thou mayest destroy me; but whether or no, I will steer my rudder true."
 * Book II, Ch. 16. Of Glory

 * One may be humble out of pride.
 * Book II, Ch. 17. Of Presumption

 * I find that the best virtue I have has in it some tincture of vice.
 * Book II, Ch. 20. That we taste nothing pure

 * Saying is one thing, doing another.
 * Book II, Ch. 31. Of Anger

 * Is it not a noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre?
 * Book II, Ch. 36. Of the most Excellent Men

 * Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.
 * Book II, Ch. 37. Of the Resemblance of Children to their Brothers

 * There never was in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.
 * Book II, Ch. 37. Of the Resemblance of Children to their Fathers

 * The public weal requires that men should betray and lie and massacre.
 * Book III, Ch. 1. Of Profit and Honesty

 * Like rowers, who advance backward.
 * Book III, Ch. 1. Of Profit and Honesty

 * I speak truth, not so much as I would, but as much as I dare; and I dare a little the more as I grow older.
 * Book iii. Chap 2. Of Repentance

 * Few men have been admired by their own domestics.
 * Book iii. Chap 2. Of Repentance

 * It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.
 * Book III, Ch. 5. Upon some Verses of Virgil

 * And to bring in a new word by the head and shoulders, they leave out the old one.
 * Book III, Ch. 5. Upon some Verses of Virgil

 * All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.
 * Book III, Ch. 5. Upon some Verses of Virgil

 * 'T is so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so. The strange lustre that surrounds him conceals and shrouds him from us; our sight is there broken and dissipated, being stopped and filled by the prevailing light.
 * Book III, Ch. 7. Of the Inconveniences of Greatness

 * We are born to inquire after truth; it belongs to a greater power to possess it. It is not, as Democritus said, hid in the bottom of the deeps, but rather elevated to an infinite height in the divine knowledge.
 * Book III, Ch. 8. Of the Art of Conversation

 * I moreover affirm that our wisdom itself, and wisest consultations, for the most part commit themselves to the conduct of chance.
 * Book III, Ch. 8. Of the Art of Conversation

 * What if he has borrowed the matter and spoiled the form, as it oft falls out?
 * Book III, Ch. 8. Of the Art of Conversation

 * The oldest and best known evil was ever more supportable than one that was new and untried.
 * Book III, Ch. 9. Of Vanity

 * Not because Socrates said so,… I look upon all men as my compatriots.
 * Book III, Ch. 9. Of Vanity

 * My appetite comes to me while eating.
 * Book III, Ch. 9. Of Vanity

 * There is no man so good, who, were he to submit all his thoughts and actions to the laws, would not deserve hanging ten times in his life.
 * Book III, Ch. 9. Of Vanity

 * Saturninus said, "Comrades, you have lost a good captain to make him an ill general."
 * Book III, Ch. 9. Of Vanity

 * A little folly is desirable in him that will not be guilty of stupidity.
 * Book III, Ch. 9. Of Vanity

 * Habit is a second nature.
 * Book III, Ch. 10

 * We seek and offer ourselves to be gulled.
 * Book III, Ch. 11. Of Cripples

 * I have never seen a greater monster or miracle in the world than myself.
 * Book III, Ch. 11. Of Cripples

 * Men are most apt to believe what they least understand.
 * Book III, Ch. 11. Of Cripples

 * I have here only made a nosegay of culled flowers, and have brought nothing of my own but the thread that ties them together.
 * Book III, Ch. 12. Of Physiognomy

 * Amongst so many borrowed things, I am glad if I can steal one, disguising and altering it for some new service.
 * Book III, Ch. 12. Of Physiognomy

 * I am further of opinion that it would be better for us to have [no laws] at all than to have them in so prodigious numbers as we have.
 * Book III, Ch. 13. Of Experience

 * For truth itself has not the privilege to be spoken at all times and in all sorts.
 * Book III, Ch. 13. Of Experience

 * The diversity of physical arguments and opinions embraces all sorts of methods.
 * Book III, Ch. 13. Of Experience

 * I have ever loved to repose myself, whether sitting or lying, with my heels as high or higher than my head.
 * Book III, Ch. 13. Of Experience

 * I, who have so much and so universally adored this [greek], "excellent mediocrity," 32 of ancient times, and who have concluded the most moderate measure the most perfect, shall I pretend to an unreasonable and prodigious old age?
 * Book III, Ch. 13. Of Experience

Attributed
Most quotations of Montaigne come from the Essais but the following have not yet been given definite citation.

 * A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.
 * Book III, Ch. 5

 * A wise man sees as much as he ought, not as much as he can

 * Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.
 * Book III, Ch. 2

 * Ambition is not a vice of little people.
 * Book III, Ch. 10

 * An untempted woman cannot boast of her chastity.

 * Confidence in another man's virtue is no light evidence of a man's own, and God willingly favors such a confidence.
 * Variant: Confidence in the goodness of another is good proof of one's own goodness.
 * Book I, Ch. 14

 * Courtesy is a science of the highest importance. It is, like grace and beauty in the body, which charm at first sight, and lead on to further intimacy and friendship, opening a door that we may derive instruction from the example of others, and at the same time enabling us to benefit them by our example, if there be anything in our character worthy of imitation.

 * 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.

 * Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.
 * Book I, Ch. 7

 * Don't discuss yourself, for you are bound to lose; if you belittle yourself, you are believed; if you praise yourself, you are disbelieved.
 * Book III, Ch. 8

 * 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.

 * Fame and tranquility can never be bedfellows.
 * Book I, Ch. 39

 * Fashion is the science of appearances, and it inspires one with the desire to seem rather than to be.

 * Fortune, seeing that she could not make fools wise, has made them lucky.
 * Book III, Ch. 8
 * This quote is a paraphrase of a lengthier statement, as follows: We ordinarily see, in the actions of the world, that Fortune, to shew us her power in all things, and who takes a pride in abating our presumption, seeing she could not make fools wise, has made them fortunate in emulation of virtue; and most favours those operations the web of which is most purely her own; whence it is that the simplest amongst us bring to pass great business, both public and private; and, as Seiramnes, the Persian, answered those who wondered that his affairs succeeded so ill, considering that his deliberations were so wise, ‘that he was sole master of his designs, but success was wholly in the power of fortune’; these may answer the same, but with a contrary turn.
 * From Essays of Michel de Montaigne, translated by Charles Cotton (1877), Book the Third, Chapter VIII — Of The Art Of Conference. Note : this is the version found at Project Gutenberg.

 * Hath God obliged himself not to exceed the bounds of our knowledge?
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * He who establishes his argument by noise and command shows that his reason is weak.

 * He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * He who is not sure of his memory, should not undertake the trade of lying.
 * Variant: He who is not very strong in memory should not meddle with lying.
 * Book I, Ch. 9

 * I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. I will be rich by myself, and not by borrowing.
 * Book II, Ch. 16

 * I do myself a greater injury in lying than I do him of whom I tell a lie.
 * Book II, Ch. 17

 * I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
 * Book III, Ch. 9

 * I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.

 * If you don't know how to die, don't worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don't bother your head about it.

 * In plain truth, lying is an accursed vice. We are not men, nor have any other tie upon another, but by our word.
 * Book I, Ch. 9

 * In true education, anything that comes to our hand is as good as a book: the prank of a page-boy, the blunder of a servant, a bit of table talk— they are all part of the curriculum.
 * The Autobiography of Michel de Montaigne, Chapter III, pg. 24 (Translated by Marvin Lowenthal

 * It is good to rub and polish our brain against that of others.
 * Book I, Ch. 26

 * It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.
 * Book II, Ch. 13

 * It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

 * It should be noted that children at play are not playing about; their games should be seen as their most serious-minded activity.
 * Variants: It should be noted that the games of children are not games, and must be considered as their most serious actions. For truly it is to be noted, that children's plays are not sports, and should be deemed as their most serious actions.
 * Book I, Ch. 23

 * Labour not after riches first, and think thou afterwards wilt enjoy them. He who neglecteth the present moment, throweth away all that he hath. As the arrow passeth through the heart, while the warrior knew not that it was coming; so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

 * 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.

 * Make your educational laws strict and your criminal ones can be gentle; but if you leave youth its liberty you will have to dig dungeons for ages.

 * Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.
 * Book III, Ch. 5

 * Marriage, a market which has nothing free but the entrance.

 * My life has been full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.

 * No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
 * Book III, Ch. 1

 * No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.
 * Book II, Ch. 1

 * Not being able to govern events, I govern myself.
 * Book II, Ch. 17

 * Nothing prints more lively in our minds than something we wish to forget.
 * Book II, Ch. 12

 * Observe, observe perpetually.

 * Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.
 * Book III, Ch. 13
 * Variant: Of all the infirmities we have, 'tis the most savage to despise our being. (Charles Cotton translation)

 * 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.

 * Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.

 * So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination. ..And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do no bring forth in the agitation.
 * Book I, Ch. 8

 * The art of dining well is no slight art, the pleasure not a slight pleasure.

 * The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * The entire lower world was created in the likeness of the higher world. All that exists in the higher world appears like an image in this lower world; yet all this is but One.

 * The most manifest sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulness; her state is like that in the regions above the moon, always clear and serene.
 * Variant: The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.
 * Book I, Ch. 26

 * The most profound joy has more of gravity than of gaiety in it.
 * Book II, Ch. 20

 * The strangest, most generous, and proudest of all virtues is true courage.

 * The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.
 * Book I, Ch. 20

 * The way of the world is to make laws, but follow custom.

And in one word, just nothing.
 * The world is all a carcass and vanity, The shadow of a shadow, a play

 * The world is but a perpetual see-saw.

 * The worst of my actions or conditions seem not so ugly unto me as I find it both ugly and base not to dare to avouch for them.

 *  There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.

 * There is a plague on Man, the opinion that he knows something.

 * There is a sort of gratification in doing good which makes us rejoice in ourselves.
 * Book III, Ch. 2

 * There is little less trouble in governing a private family than a whole kingdom.
 * Variant: There is not much less vexation in the government of a private family than in the managing of an entire state.
 * Book I, Ch. 39

 * There is no conversation more boring than the one where everybody agrees.

 * There is no passion so contagious as that of fear.

 * There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.

 * There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
 * Book III, Ch. 13

 * Those that will combat use and custom by the strict rules of grammar do but jest.

 *  'Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.
 * Book I, Ch. 14

 * Valor is stability, not of legs and arms, but of courage and the soul.

 * We can be knowledgeable with other men's knowledge, but we cannot be wise with other men's wisdom.
 * Book I, Ch. 25

 * We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.
 * Book I, Ch. 25

 * When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.

 * Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.
 * Book III, Ch. 10

 *  Wonder is the foundation of all philosophy, research is the means of all learning, and ignorance is the end.

 * Writing does not cause misery. It is born of misery.

Quotes about Montaigne

 * Sorted alphabetically by author or source

 * Montaigne speaks of an “Abecedarian” ignorance that precedes knowledge, and a doctoral ignorance that comes after it. The first is the ignorance of those who, not knowing their A-B-C’s, cannot read at all. The second is the ignorance of those who have misread many books.
 * Mortimer Adler, How to Read a Book, p. 4

 * From now on, Montaigne would live for himself rather than for duty.
 * Sarah Bakewell, describing Montaigne’s retirement at age 38, How to Live (2010), p. 24

 * He felt ordinary, but knew that the very fact of realizing his ordinariness made him extraordinary.
 * Sarah Bakewell, How to Live (2010), p. 52

 * The hedonistic approach to education did make a difference to him. Having been guided early in life by his own curiosity alone, he grew up to be an independent-minded adult, following his own path in everything rather than deferring to duty and discipline.
 * Sarah Bakewell, How to Live (2010), p. 55

 * The most offensive egotist is he that fears to say "I" and "me." "It will probably rain "—that is dogmatic. "I think it will rain"—that is natural and modest. Montaigne is the most delightful of essayists because so great is his humility that he does not think it important that we see not Montaigne. He so forgets himself that he employs no artifice to make us forget him.
 * Ambrose Bierce, Epigrams, p. 364

 * Montaigne is one of those perennial sources of mental health to which there needs no excuse for returning. He is always necessary and always being rediscovered.
 * R. Warwick Bond, Studia Otiosa (1938),

 * Montaigne the I-sayer. “I” as space, not as position.
 * Elias Canetti, The Secret Heart of the Clock, J. Agee, trans. (1989), p. 54

 * Europeans had often thought that somewhere in the world must dwell a noble race, remnants of that golden age before man became corrupted by civilization. As reports of Indians filtered back to Europe... Michelle de Montaigne took the trouble to talk with explorers, to read the traveler's chronicles, and even to meet three Indians who had been brought as curiosities to the Court of Versailles. He concluded that the Noble Savage has at last been found, for the Indian "hath... no name of magistrate, nor of politics... no contracts... no apparel but natural... The very words that import a lie, falsehood, treason, covetousness, envy, detraction, were not heard among them." Montaigne presented an idealized notion about the aborigines ...that foreshadowed the Noble Savage of Jean Jacques Rousseau.
 * Peter Farb, Man's Rise to Civilization (1968)

 * This great French writer deserves to be regarded as a classic, not only in the land of his birth, but in all countries and in all literatures. His Essays, which are at once the most celebrated and the most permanent of his productions, form a magazine out of which such minds as those of Bacon and Shakespeare did not disdain to help themselves; and, indeed, as Hallam observes, the Frenchman’s literary importance largely results from the share which his mind had in influencing other minds, coeval and subsequent. But, at the same time, estimating the value and rank of the essayist, we are not to leave out of the account the drawbacks and the circumstances of the period: the imperfect state of education, the comparative scarcity of books, and the limited opportunities of intellectual intercourse. Montaigne freely borrowed of others, and he has found men willing to borrow of him as freely. We need not wonder at the reputation which he with seeming facility achieved. He was, without being aware of it, the leader of a new school in letters and morals. His book was different from all others which were at that date in the world. It diverted the ancient currents of thought into new channels. It told its readers, with unexampled frankness, what its writer’s opinion was about men and things, and threw what must have been a strange kind of new light on many matters but darkly understood. Above all, the essayist uncased himself, and made his intellectual and physical organism public property. He took the world into his confidence on all subjects. His essays were a sort of literary anatomy, where we get a diagnosis of the writer’s mind, made by himself at different levels and under a large variety of operating influences
 * William Carew Hazlitt, in the Preface to his 1877 edition, based on the translations of Charles Cotton (November 1877)

Eloquence, rhetorical effect, poetry, were alike remote from his design. He did not write from necessity, scarcely perhaps for fame. But he desired to leave France, nay, and the world, something to be remembered by, something which should tell what kind of a man he was — what he felt, thought, suffered — and he succeeded immeasurably, I apprehend, beyond his expectations. It was reasonable enough that Montaigne should expect for his work a certain share of celebrity in Gascony, and even, as time went on, throughout France; but it is scarcely probable that he foresaw how his renown was to become world-wide; how he was to occupy an almost unique position as a man of letters and a moralist; how the Essays would be read, in all the principal languages of Europe, by millions of intelligent human beings, who never heard of Perigord or the League, and who are in doubt, if they are questioned, whether the author lived in the sixteenth or the eighteenth century. This is true fame. '''A man of genius belongs to no period and no country. He speaks the language of nature, which is always everywhere the same.'''
 * Of all egotists, Montaigne, if not the greatest, was the most fascinating, because, perhaps, he was the least affected and most truthful. What he did, and what he had professed to do, was to dissect his mind, and show us, as best he could, how it was made, and what relation it bore to external objects. He investigated his mental structure as a schoolboy pulls his watch to pieces, to examine the mechanism of the works; and the result, accompanied by illustrations abounding with originality and force, he delivered to his fellow-men in a book.
 * William Carew Hazlitt, in the Preface to his 1877 edition, based on the translations of Charles Cotton (November 1877)

 * Mr. Sensible learned only catchwords from them. He could talk like Epicurus of spare diet, but he was a glutton. He had from Montaigne the language of friendship, but no friend.
 * C. S. Lewis, The Pilgrim’s Regress (1933), p. 176

 * Montaigne [puts] not self-satisfied understanding but a consciousness astonished at itself at the core of human existence.
 * Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Signs, trans. R. McCleary (Evanston: 1964), p. 203

 * The manner in which Epictetus, Montaigne, and Salomon de Tultie wrote, is the most usual, the most suggestive, the most remembered, and the oftener quoted; because it is entirely composed of thoughts born from the common talk of life.
 * Blaise Pascal, Pensées, 18 (1669); Note: Salomon de Tultie was a pseudonym adopted by Pascal as the author of the Provincial Letters.

 * Sixteen years of observing himself and reading and rereading the thousand books in the round library had convinced him not only that life was all there is but that "Each man bears the entire form of man's estate."
 * Gore Vidal, "Montaigne" in The Times Literary Supplement (1992)

 *  What the earliest utopians — Montaigne, Thomas More, Tommaso Campanella — understood was that they fought not for a place but for a new set of ideas through which to recognize what would count as Real: Equality, not hierarchical authority. Individual dignity, not slavish subservience. Our preeminent problem is that we recognize the Real in what is most deadly: a culture of duty to legalities that are, finally, cruel and destructive. We need to work inventively — as Christ did, as Thoreau did — in the spirit of disobedience for the purpose of refusing the social order into which we happen to have been born and putting in its place a culture of life-giving things.
 * Curtis White, “The Spirit Of Disobedience: An Invitation to Resistance" in Harper’s Magazine (April 2006), p. 40

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Petronius

Petronius (c. 27 – 66 AD) was a Roman writer of the Neronian age; he was a noted satirist. He is identified with C. Petronius Arbiter, but the manuscript text of the Satyricon calls him Titus Petronius. Satyricon is his sole surviving work.

Satyricon

 * See also Satyricon

 * Canis ingens, catena vinctus, in pariete erat pictus superque quadrata littera scriptum ‘Cave canem.’
 * Translation: A huge dog, tied by a chain, was painted on the wall and over it was written in capital letters ‘Beware of the dog.’
 * Sec. 29

 * Abiit ad plures.
 * Translation: He has joined the great majority.
 * Sec. 42
 * Variant translations:
 * He’s gone to join the majority [the dead].
 * He has gone to the majority. (i.e. He has died.)

 * A man who is always ready to believe what is told him will never do well.
 * Sec. 43

 * One good turn deserves another.
 * Sec. 45

 * Litterae thesaurum est.
 * Translation: Education is a treasure.
 * Sec. 46

 * For I myself saw the Sibyl indeed at Cumae with my own eyes hanging in a jar; and when the boys used to say to her, "Sibyl, what do you want?" she replied, 'I want to die."
 * Sec. 48
 * In the T. S. Eliot poem, "The Waste Land", Petronius' original Latin and Greek is quoted: Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω. The translation generally associated with Eliot's poem is as follows: For with my own eyes I saw the Sibyl hanging in a bottle, and when the young boys asked her, 'Sibyl, what do you want?', she replied, 'I want to die' .
 * The quote refers to the mythic Cumaean Sibyl who bargained with Apollo, offering her virginity for years of life totaling as many grains of sand as she could hold in her hand. However, after she spurned his love, he allowed her to wither away over the span of her near-immortality, as she forgot to ask for eternal youth.

 * Not worth his salt.
 * Sec. 57

 * Qualis dominus talis est servus.
 * Translation: Like master, like man.
 * Sec. 58

 * Beauty and wisdom are rarely conjoined.
 * Sec. 94

 * Horatii curiosa felicitas.
 * Translation: The studied spontaneity of Horace.
 * Variant translation: Horace’s careful felicity.
 * Sec. 118

Misattributed

 * We trained hard . . . but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams we would be reorganized. I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by reorganizing; and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency, and demoralization.
 * A paraphrased quotation from Charlton Ogburn (1911–1998) in "Merrill's Marauders: The truth about an incredible adventure" in the January 1957 issue of Harper's Magazine
 * Actual Charlton Ogburn quote: "We trained hard, but it seemed that every time we were beginning to form up into teams we would be reorganized. Presumably, the plans for our employment were being changed. I was to learn later in life that, perhaps because we are so good at organizing, we tend as a nation to meet any new situation by reorganizing; and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency, and demoralization."

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George Moore (novelist)

George Augustus Moore (24 February 1852 – 21 January 1933) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, art critic, memoirist and dramatist.

Quotes

 * The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.
 * Impressions and Opinions (1891): "Balzac".

 * Acting is therefore the lowest of the arts, if it is an art at all.
 * Impressions and Opinions (1891): "Mummer-Worship".

 * The public will accept a masterpiece, but it will not accept an attempt to write a masterpiece.
 * Vain Fortune, Chapter 1 (1891).

 * I have always noticed that when a fellow wants to finish a play, the only way to do it is to go away to the country and leave no address.
 * Vain Fortune, Chapter 1.

 * He must put his shoulder to the wheel and get it right; one more push, that was all that was wanted.
 * Vain Fortune, Chapter 2.

 * Faith goes out of the window when beauty comes in at the door.
 * The Lake (1905) [Appleton, 2005, digitized edition], ch. IX (p. 169).

 * The mind petrifies if a circle be drawn around it, and it can hardly be denied that dogma draws a circle round the mind.
 * Hail and Farewell (1912), vol. 2: Salve, Kessinger Publishing, 2005, ISBN 1-417-93272-4, ch. XV (p. 36).

 * A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
 * The Brook Kerith, ch. 11 (1916).

 * A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
 * As quoted in Conversations with George Moore (1929) by Geraint Goodwin, p. 123

 * The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it... you and you alone make me feel that I am alive... Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
 * Letter to Lady Emerald Cunard, quoted in ''The Everything Wedding Vows Book : Anything and Everything You Could Possibly Say at the Altar, and then Some. (2001) by Janet Anastasio and Michelle Bevilacqua, p. 97.

Confessions of a Young Man (1886)

 * My soul, so far as I understand it, has very kindly taken colour and form from the many various modes of life that self-will and an impetuous temperament have forced me to indulge in. Therefore I may say that I am free from original qualities, defects, tastes, etc. What is mine I have acquired, or, to speak more exactly, chance bestowed, and still bestows, upon me. I came into the world apparently with a nature like a smooth sheet of wax, bearing no impress, but capable of receiving any; of being moulded into all shapes.
 * Ch. 1.

 * Terrible is the day when each sees his soul naked, stripped of all veil; that dear soul which he cannot change or discard, and which is so irreparably his.
 * Ch. 1.

 * But if you want to be a painter you must go to France — France is the only school of Art.
 * Ch. 1.

 * Never could I interest myself in a book if it were not the exact diet my mind required at the time, or in the very immediate future. The mind asked, received, and digested. So much was assimilated, so much expelled; then, after a season, similar demands were made, the same processes were repeated out of sight, below consciousness, as is the case in a well-ordered stomach.
 * Ch. 2.

 * Ugliness is trivial, the monstrous is terrible.
 * Ch. 3.

 * It does not matter how badly you paint so long as you don't paint badly like other people.
 * Ch. 6.

 * The world is dying of machinery; that is the great disease, that is the plague that will sweep away and destroy civilization; man will have to rise against it sooner or later.
 * Ch. 7.

 * Love — but not marriage. Marriage means a four-post bed and papa and mamma between eleven and twelve. Love is aspiration: transparencies, colour, light, a sense of the unreal. But a wife — you know all about her — who her father was, who her mother was, what she thinks of you and her opinion of the neighbours over the way. Where, then, is the dream?
 * Ch. 9.

 * Injustice we worship; all that lifts us out of the miseries of life is the sublime fruit of injustice. Every immortal deed was an act of fearful injustice; the world of grandeur, of triumph, of courage, of lofty aspiration, was built up on injustice. Man would not be man but for injustice.
 * Ch. 10.

 * It is said that young men of genius come to London with great poems and dramas in their pockets and find every door closed against them. Chatterton's death perpetuated this legend. But when I, George Moore, came to London in search of literary adventure, I found a ready welcome. Possibly I should not have been accorded any welcome had I been anything but an ordinary person.
 * Ch. 12.

 * I will admit that an artist may be great and limited; by one word he may light up an abyss of soul; but there must be this one magical and unique word. Shakespeare gives us the word, Balzac, sometimes, after pages of vain striving, gives us the word, Tourgueneff gives it with miraculous certainty; but Henry James, no; a hundred times he flutters about it; his whole book is one long flutter near to the one magical and unique word, but the word is not spoken; and for want of the word his characters are never resolved out of the haze of nebulae. You are on a bowing acquaintance with them; they pass you in the street, they stop and speak to you, you know how they are dressed, you watch the colour of their eyes.
 * Ch. 12.

 * One thing that cannot be denied to the realists: a constant and intense desire to write well, to write artistically. When I think of what they have done in the matter of the use of words, of the myriad verbal effects they have discovered, of the thousand forms of composition they have created, how they have remodelled and refashioned the language in their untiring striving for intensity of expression for the very osmazome of art, I am lost in ultimate wonder and admiration.
 * Ch. 13.

 * We all want notoriety; our desires on this point, as upon others, are not noble, but the human is very despicable vermin and only tolerable when it tends to the brute, and away from the evangelical.
 * Ch. 16.

 * Humanity is a pigsty, where lions, hypocrites, and the obscene in spirit congregate.
 * Ch. 16.

The Bending of the Bough (1900)

 * All reformers are bachelors.
 * Act I

 * After all there is but one race — humanity.
 * Act III

 * The difficulty in life is the choice.
 * Act IV

 * The wrong way always seems the more reasonable.
 * Act IV

Memoirs of My Dead Life (1906)

 * It would appear that practical morality consists in making the meeting of men and women as casual as that of animals.
 * Apologia Pro Scriptis Meis.

 * I am filled with pride when I think of the noble and exalted world that must have existed before Christian doctrine caused men to look upon women with suspicion and bade them to think of angels instead.
 * Apologia Pro Scriptis Meis.

 * One must be in London to see the spring.
 * Ch. 1: Spring in London

 * We humans are more complicated than animals, and we love through the imagination.
 * Ch. 6: Spent Loves.

 * Self is man's main business; all outside of self is uncertain, all comes from self, all returns to self.
 * Ch. 12: Sunday Evening in London

Quotes about Moore

 * George Moore had a ceaseless preoccupation with painting and the theatre, within certain limits a technical understanding of both; whatever idea possessed him, courage and explosive power; but sacrificed all that seemed to other men good breeding, honour, friendship, in pursuit of what he called the root facts of life.
 * William Butler Yeats, The Autobiography of William Butler Yeats (1926) [Macmillan, 1965, ISBN 0-02-055580-6 ]: "Dramatis Personae, 1986 - 1902," ch. 7 (p. 269).

 * I told him that he was more mob than man, always an enthusiastic listener or noisy interrupter. Yet I admired him and found myself his advocate. I wrote to Lady Gregory: "He is constantly so likeable that one can believe no evil of him, and then in a moment a kind of a devil takes hold of him, his voice changes, his look changes, and he becomes hateful... It is so hard not to trust him, and yet he is quite untrustworthy. He has what Talleyrand calls 'the terrible gift of familiarity.'"
 * William Butler Yeats, The Autobiography of William Butler Yeats (1926): "Dramatis Personae, 1986 - 1902," ch. 14 (p. 289).

 * I can't tell you how urbane and sprightly the old poll parrot was; and (this is what I think using the brain does for one), not a pocket, not a crevice, of pomp, humbug, respectability in him: he was fresh as a daisy.
 * Virginia Woolf, letter to V. Sackville West (1926-03-16), from The Letters of Virginia Woolf, vol. 3, 1923 -1928 [Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, New York 1978, ISBN 0-15-150926-3 ], # 1624 (p. 249).

title: George Moore (novelist)