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 MontaigneIt is fear that I stand most in fear of, in sharpness it exceeds every other feeling.
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 MontaigneIt is fear that I stand most in fear of, in sharpness it exceeds every other feeling.
Michel de Montaigne