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.
Michel de MontaigneThe soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere.
Michel de MontaigneIf 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.
Michel de MontaigneThe soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere.
Michel de Montaigne