“Just as we see that fallow land, if rich and fertile, teems with a hundred thousand wild and useless weeds, so it is with minds.”
“I find that, like a runaway horse, it gives itself a hundred times more trouble than it took for others, and gives birth to so many chimeras and fantastic monsters, one after another, without order or purpose, that in order to contemplate their strangeness and foolishness at my pleasure, I have begun to put them in writing, hoping in time to make even my mind ashamed of them.”
–Montaigne, Of Idleness
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“Certainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness – the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.”
- G.M.