Maxioms by Michael Eyquen De Montaigne
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
To each foot its own shoe.
[Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]
Necessity is a violent school-mistress.
[Fr., C'est une violente maistresse d'eschole que la necessite.]
Necessity is a violent school-mistress.
[Fr., C'est une violente maistresse d'eschole que la necessite.]
"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a read more
"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a bon mot and a useful desire,
but equally absurd. For to make the handful bigger than the
hand, the armful bigger then the arm, and to hope to stride
further than the stretch of our legs, is impossible and
monstrous. . . . He may lift himself if God lend him His hand of
special grace; he may lift himself . . . by means wholly
celestial. It is for our Christian religion, and not for his
Stoic virtue, to pretend to this divine and miraculous
metamorphosis.
