Montaigne is wrong in declaring that custom ought to be followed simply because it is custom, and not because it is reasonable or just.

We run carelessly to the precipice, after we have put something before us to prevent us seeing it.

The state of man is inconstancy, ennui, anxiety.

The sole cause of all human misery is the inability of people to sit quietly in their rooms.

We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.

The sole cause of man's unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room.

Just as all things speak about God to those that know Him, and reveal Him to those that love Him, they also hide Him from all those that neither seek nor know Him.