Poetry reproduces an indefinable mood that is more amorous than love itself. Venus is not so beautiful all naked, alive, and panting, as she is here in Virgil.
Michel de MontaigneThe truth of these days is not that which really is, but what every man persuades another man to believe.
Michel de MontaigneIf by being overstudious, we impair our health and spoil our good humor, let us give it up.
Michel de MontaigneHuman wisdom makes as ill use of her talent when she exercises it in rescinding from the number and sweetness of those pleasures that are naturally our due, as she employs it favorably and well in artificially disguising and tricking out the ills of life to alleviate the sense of them.
Michel de Montaigne