All our troubles come from not being able to be alone.

Too much and too little wine. Give him none, he cannot find truth; give him too much, the same.

Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go.

It is not in Montaigne, but in myself, that I find all that I see in him.

Anyone who found the secret of rejoicing when things go well without being annoyed when they go badly would have found the point.

The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.

When we see a natural style, we are astonished and charmed; for we expected to see an author, and we find a person.