240 ordspråk av Michel de Montaigne
Michel de Montaigne
We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.
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What do I know?
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When a man's talk is commonplace and his writings uncommon, it means that his talent lies in the place from which he borrows it, and not in himself
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When all is summed up, a man never speaks of himself without loss; his accusations of himself are always believed, his praises never
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When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books, They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.
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When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.
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Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself
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Whoever would be cured of ignorance must first confess it
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Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me
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Wickedness sucks in the greater part of its own venom and poisons itself therewith
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Wisdom hath her excesses, and no less need of moderation than folly.
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Wit is a dangerous weapon, even to the possessor, if he knows not how to use it discreetly
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Wonder is the foundation of all philosophy, inquiry the progress, ignorance the end
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Wonder is the foundation of all philosophy, inquiry the progress, ignorance the end
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You can't tell your friend you've been cuckolded; even if he doesn't laugh at you, he may put the information to personal use
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