The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

To this military attitude of the soul we give the name of Heroism... It is a self-trust which slights the restraints of prudence, in the plenitude of its energy and power to repair the harms it may suffer. The hero is a mind of such balance that no disturbances can shake his will.

This book of Montaigne the world has endorsed by translating it into all tongues.

The only joy in his being mine, is that the not mine is mine.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday.

Of course you will insist on modesty in the children, and respect to their teachers, but if the boy stops you in your speech, cries out that you are wrong and sets you right, hug him!