Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Michel de MontaigneI have gathered a posy of other menยs flowers and only the thread that bonds them is my own.
Michel de MontaigneWho does not see that I have taken a road along which I shall go, without stopping and without effort, as long as there is ink and paper in the world? I cannot keep a record of my life by my actions; fortune places them too low. I keep it by my thoughts.
Michel de Montaigne