However great a man’s natural talent may be, the act of writing cannot be learned all at once.
You forget that the fruits belong to all and that the land belongs to no one.
I undertake the same project as Montaigne, but with an aim contrary to his own: for he wrote his Essays only for others, and I write my reveries only for myself.
It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.
We are born, so to speak, twice over; born into existence, and born into life; born a human being, and born a man.
Virtue is a state of war, and to live in it we have always to combat with ourselves.
All of my misfortunes come from having thought too well of my fellows.
No man has any natural authority over his fellow men.
Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing.
The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.