Wild liberty breeds iron conscience; natures with great impulses have great resources, and return from far.

Cities force growth and make people talkative and entertaining, but they also make them artificial.

I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant. Now we reckon them as bank-days, by some debt which is to be paid us, or which we are to pay, or some pleasure we are to taste.

Some people are born very far from home.

Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assurance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony.

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

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument