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Michel de Montaigne: Selected Essays
Michel de Montaigne: Selected Essays
Michel de Montaigne: Selected Essays
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One of France's great Renaissance thinkers, Michel de Montaigne (1533–92) invented the essay as a literary form. This compilation features the best of his brief, highly readable reflections on poetry, philosophy, theology, law, literature, education, and world exploration.
Remarkably modern in their views, the essays continue to resonate with readers as their author bemoans his failing memory, criticizes his culture's obsession with celebrity, and attempts to pursue a more spiritual life. Abounding in aphorisms and anecdotes, enlivened by wordplay and a delightful folksiness, Montaigne's writings constitute a celebration of literacy, friendship, and joie de vivre.
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Michel de Montaigne: Selected Essays
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Michel de Montaigne

Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592) was born on his family estate in Aquitaine, not far from Bordeaux. Raised speaking Greek and Latin, he studied law before embarking on a career of public service, first as a counselor of court in Périgueux and Bordeaux, then as a courtier to Charles IX. Following the death of his father, Montaigne retired from public life to the Tower of his château to read and write. He published the first two volumes of his landmark Essays in 1580, with a third following in 1588; the complete Essays appeared posthumously in 1595.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    Een bonte verzameling overpeinzingen, in een periode dat men zich nog niet zo bloot gaf. Ik ben vooral gecharmeerd door zijn eerlijkheid, recht voor de raap. En helemaal niet hoogdravend. Montaigne observeert het dagelijks leven om hem heen, en vooral zichzelf daarin. « filosoof van het dagdagelijkse ». Het gebruik van de citaten is aanvankelijk storend, maar dat verdwijnt daarna. Historisch is vooral zijn langere essay Apologie voor Raymond Sebond interessant, waarin hij mooi de beperkingen van de rede onderlijnt. Enige minpunt: Montaigne is een beetje de propagandist van de middelmatigheid, allicht in de lijn van het modieuze stoïcisme van zijn tijd.
  • Rating: 1 out of 5 stars
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    I rarely give up on books but i did so with this one. The writing is ponderous - the self-satisfied tone unrelenting. In short - brutal.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    Montaigne comes across as a tolerant man, interested in a huge range of subjects, from cruelty, education and friendship to cannibals and the custom of wearing clothes, but he always comes back to the necessity of knowing and understanding yourself.My favourite chapter was 'On Vehicles', in which he discussed his travel sickness (with which I can truly sympathise, being extremely prone to it myself), moving on to a discussion of why it is not a good idea for princes to be too liberal with their subjects' money, the extravagances of the Roman circuses and the barbaric behaviour of the Spanish conquistadors in the Americas, before returning to the subject of vehicles.Now I cannot stand for long - and found it even more difficult to stand in my youth - either a coach, a litter, or a boat, and I detest every means of travel except a horse, either in the town or country.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    In essence a late 16th diary of an aristocrat in a France torn by religious wars. It was mostly focused on his thoughts and his opinions in th elater years of his life as he observed his own aging. There were only hints at the chaos around his estates. Incredibly well read on the Roman and Greek Classics which served as his philosophical fodder as he thought about his life and his times in France. No one today could be so intimate with these Classic writing. It is what an educated individual was weaned on. After reading all 1269 pages I understand how his thinking eventually became part of the Enlightenment.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    Even if he is the father of the essay, I find him somewhat vain and not completely poignant. However, the last passages of "Of Experience" do bring together some thoughtful points about the meaning of life and he does share some interesting anecdotes throughout -- particularly in reference to Socrates, Alcibiades, and other famous classical figures. Given the times in which he lived and his experiences, he does also found the essay with the perspective of the classics, religion, and modern society. I can see why the French so highly revered him.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
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    This is one of the books in the first year of the Encyclopedia Britannica's Great Books of the Western World set's reading program as advised by Mortimer Adler.I suspect that most of the reason this book is recommended is to give the reader breadth and help them to recognise that standards and customs differ greatly from one culture to another. In short it seems meant to break the reader of provincialism and prejudice.Though it seems open to criticism itself. I think that Montaigne is a bit credulous and ready to believe that foreign countries are stranger than they actually are. Some of his accounts are rather difficult to believe. I think he goes in for hyperbolie.For an alternative view of the similarities and differences of cultures see C. S. Lewis' The Abolition of Man and consider his appendix.Though I might point out that I think he goes a bit too far in the opposite direction. I don't think that his claims about the connection between religion and morality in India, for instance are quite as accurate as he seems to think.Also, if you are interested in expanding your mind and taking care of your predjudices you could do worse than to read Robert Heinlein's novel, Stranger in a Strange Land, which I thought from the beginning had a flavor very much like some of the essays of Montaigne. The one about people's resistence to cold seems to relate well to the endurance of the character Valentine Michael Smith in the novel.My sweetie suggests that since it is a first year book the fact that the Essays are open to critique may be part of the point. She could be right.Anyway, we are going to see some similarities between our own culture and the ancient Greeks that will surprise us more than some of the differences.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    "'Look back into your self; get to know your self; hold on to your self.' Bring back to your self your mind and your will which are being squandered elsewhere; you are draining and frittering your self away. They are cheating you, distracting you, robbing you of your self."This is one man's study of himself and his inquiry into his own nature. Through a careful study of himself Montaigne seeks to understand more fully the place of the human soul in the universe. As an autobiography this can feel scattered. Just a glance at the table of contents tells one how diverse the subjects of these essays are: "To philosophize is to learn how to die" or "On the length of life" or "On war horses" or "On a monster child". Montaigne uses these subjects as a starting point (and does not always stick to his announced subject) and always comes back from the subject to his inquiry of himself. Because the books are centered around subjects rather than the chronological story of a life it took me a couple hundred pages before the theme of the book was cemented in my head. By the end of the book I had grown to love Montaigne's wit and charm. He is a person I would love to have some watered down wine with. This book was worth the time and is recommended to anyone who will settle down with it.
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    Montaigne is regarded as one of the greatest writers of the Western tradition because of his profound understanding of human nature. Reportedly, Shakespeare read and drew on Montaigne's insights. When we think of "Essays" today, it is fortunate to be able to read a biography of the creator of this writing form.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    [Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays translated and edited with an introduction and notes by M. A. Screech].[How to Live, A life of Montaigne in one question and twenty attempts at an answer] by Sarah Bakewell.Reading the Complete essays I had to wait a long time before I came across that “How did he know that about me” moment which Sarah Bakewell claims in her book is a feature many readers experience, this was mine:“As soon as I arrived I spelled out my character faithfully and truly, just as I know myself to be – no memory, no concentration, no experience, no drive; no hatred either, no ambition, no covetousness, no ferocity – so that they should be told, and therefore know, what to expect from my service”(Montaigne, Michel. The Complete Essays (p. 1137). Penguin Books Ltd. Kindle Edition.) This quote is in the essay/chapter “ on restraining your will and covers Montaigne’s two periods as Mayor of Bordeaux. It comes from book three page 1,137 out of a total page count of 1,269 pages and so as a reader you have to be pretty keen to read through the whole lot. I was helped by M. A. Screech’s excellent translation that somehow brings the 16th century text alive and readable for 21st century readers. He aids the reader by an excellent main introduction; a heading to each new chapter and over 250 pages of notes. The essays vary wildly in length for example the first chapter of book 1 “We reach the same end by discrepant means” is four pages long whereas “An Apology for Raymond Sebond” clocks in at nearly 200 pages almost a book in itself. Montaigne was a Renaissance man and so his store of knowledge, his ideas on philosophy were mostly generated by his love for antiquity. The majority of his anecdotes come from classical literature, with many quotes in Latin and Screech translates these for us immediately following the quotation so the flow of the essays is not interrupted. Montaigne spent 20 years ruminating and adding to his work and each edition during his lifetime had amendments (usually additions to the original text) Screech incorporates these into the main body of the text with a symbol (A, A1, B, or C) to denote their origin. This all seems to work pretty smoothly.There is no substitute to reading the essays themselves, they are a unique experience. Montaigne writes exclusively about himself, but without a hint of pride, boastfulness or grandeur, he is aiming at self knowledge with the belief that if he can get some of it down on paper then he will also be writing about most other people as well, because he believed that the similarities vastly outweighed the differences. From Montaigne we understand that the way people see and feel about issues and about themselves change with age, with new experiences, or even depending on how they felt that particular day, but there is a basic thread running throughout our lives that Montaigne wishes to expose. Perhaps that is why so many readers through the centuries have seen themselves in Montaigne’s essays. Montaigne writes about day to day events, about travel, about education about death, about work, about being in the moment, about sex, about melancholy, about anger and about a natural theology. All the time he sets down how he feels about the subject that is concerning him and links it back to the wisdom (or otherwise) of antiquity. He can be humorous, serious, thoughtful, but never didactic; his search for truth makes his honesty almost painful at times. He exposes himself so that others can see themselves and I think you need a certain amount of courage to do that. Montaigne’s world seems equally divided between 16th century France and classical Rome and some readers might find too much classicism in the essays, but this grounds the author as a typical renaissance man. A man of his times that can communicate forward to current times. Not to be missed especially with M A Screech’s excellent translation and introductions. 5 stars.Sarah Bakewell’s [How to Live, A life of Montaigne] is written for contemporary readers almost like an overnight sensation - wham bam thank you mame - This is Montaigne she shouts, don’t miss out - you too will find yourself in my/this book. In her first chapter she nails her colours too the mast:“Since it is a twenty-first-century book it is inevitably pervaded by a twenty-first-century Montaigne . As one of his favourite adages had it, there is no escaping our perspective: we can walk on our own legs and sit only on our own bum.” So Bakewell sets about picking out the bits of Montaigne that she thinks will appeal to her 21st century audience, which unsurprisingly misses some of what Montaigne was about.Having read the essays myself I asked myself the following questions before picking up Sarah Bakewell’s book:1) Does the book add anything to the reading of the essays.2) Does it supply any additional information.3) Is it a substitute for reading Montaigne4) How accurate is it with reference to the text?Well lets start with the positives: Bakewell’s book is subtitled A Life of Montaigne and she does fill in some background information. She has good chapters on the religious wars that for most of his life threatened to engulf Montaigne, she tells us about Montaigne's family and private life and how he worked, she tells us about the printing history of the book; its reception at the time and then through the subsequent centuries and so in this respect it answers questions 1) and 2). I found Bakewell’s writing lively and interesting; of course she cannot help but add her own thoughts on Montaigne’s situation but I found nothing too jarring here. She even attempts to provide her readers with a bit of grounding in Hellenistic philosophy and although I found this chapter a little glib it was better than nothing. So far so good, but then doubts started to creep in, surely she was going to say something more about Montaigne’s classical references, especially after she had told us that Montaigne was made to converse in Latin from his first attempts at speech until he was sent away to school. Surely she was going to “home in” on the near 200 page essay where Montaigne expounds his ideas on a natural theology. It was important enough for him to write such a long chapter, so there should be some commentary from Bakewell. Montaigne had a deep respect for nature in which he saw Gods handiwork, this is an underlying theme throughout the essays and is nailed down in his “Apology for Raymond Sebond. Bakewell rightly highlights Montaigne’s preoccupation with death and his own approach to death, but picks out the chapter where he describes his own near death experience after a hunting accident and makes this a sort of watershed for all subsequent thoughts. Then there is her claim that Montaigne had never been a soldier ………………..So does Bakewell see her book as a sort of substitute for reading Montaigne’s essays, she never says it is, but I can imagine that many readers will read this book and think that they have read Montaigne. They would be wrong, because reading Bakewells comments on Montaigne would be like reading a commentary on Moby-Dick which claimed the main theme of that book was a mans obsession with killing a white whale. So I cannot recommend this book as a critique of Montaigne and it falls short in being A Life, however it is an entertaining read and if it leads people to dip into the real thing then it cannot be all bad 3.5 stars.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    Expert of oneself becomes expert of life.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    The most modern, and most lion-hearted, sixteenth-century man I know. I get more pure pleasure out of these "Attempts" than any other essays I can think of, and hope that one day I too will be wise enough to uncomplicatedly espouse a motto like "What do I know?" I think of all my struggles with the nature of truth and the good life, and then I think that in some ways you can throw your Derrida in the garbage and just stick with Montaigne's "the only thing certain is that nothing is certain", and "nothing is su fully believed as that which least is known". And when bad things happen, I think about how I may not be able to govern events, but I can surely govern myself. And that I can get up in the morning and remind myself that life is neither good nor evil, but what I make it. And if you still press me to say why I love him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I am I.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    This is a difficult book to review, not because it is difficult to read or comprehend but rather because it is so exceptionally comprehensive in its topics and thoughts and ideas. In one sense it began in 1571 when Michel de Montaigne, suffering increasingly from melancholy, retired to the library tower on his estate in the Périgord, and began to write what we know now as his Essays. At the age of thirty-eight he could look out his windows to see over his estates and check if his men were shirking their work. Inscribed on the walls and beams of his tower room were about 60 maxims in Greek and Latin taken from the philosophers. He replaced and augmented them as his moods and his reading led him.In this room Montaigne produced three significantly different editions of his endlessly growing essays. By his death in 1592 he had scrawled in the margins of his copy of the most recent edition a significant set of further revisions, which were printed in a modified form in 1595. Montaigne wrote on a wide range of topics -- education, cannibals, drunkenness, war-horses, repentance, thumbs -- and he wrote in a highly readable, thoroughly skeptical way. The roof-beam carvings of his "solarium" convey his general frame of mind and include sayings like these: "The plague of man is the opinion of knowledge. I establish nothing. I do not understand. I halt. I examine. Breath fills a goatskin as opinion fills an hollow head. Not more this than that -- why this and not that? Have you seen a man that believes himself wise? Hope that he is a fool. Man, a vase of clay. I am Human, let nothing human be foreign to me." The essays that he wrote defined the form of his thought while providing a window into both his mind and his life. Through his essays he has influenced writers and thinkers in every place and century since. One of my favorite examples of those he influenced is the self-taught working-man's philosopher Eric Hoffer who commented on the influence of Montaigne in his life. When on a gold-digging trip to the Sierras he took along a copy of Montaigne's essays. "We were snowed in and I read it straight through three times. I quoted it all the time. I'll bet there are still a dozen hobos in the San Joaquin Valley who can quote Montaigne." Montaigne's collected essays are worth returning to again and again to spur one's own thoughts about living and dying. I have read and enjoyed these essays over most of my adult life. With them I would also recommend those of Francis Bacon, Emerson, and Orwell, among others.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    16th Century French noble retires to his home in later life to wax lyrical on cannibals, the limits of human knowledge, experience, and whatever else occurs to him. Can't really sum up 1300 pages of that, but I'd recommend reading him, perhaps in a selection rather than as a whole, although it was a good tome to take away on a holiday with a bit of travelling. His style is conversational, so it feels like time spent in good company rather than hard work. You can sense the cusp of a new era in his scepticism, but he's also strongly attached to the Catholic church and the existing order - he was writing during the French wars of religion, so that was not a small matter. He was a man of his time and also a decent and interesting guy, and I found plenty of appeal in both.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    Collection of ExperiencesMy first impression in listening this audiobook was that somehow I would not make it. It’s a long book. I didn’t like the style, didn’t appreciate the prose. I do like the multiple quotes of classical writings but that was not enough to engage me. As always, like my experience with audiobooks taught me, I became more attentive to the book as the listening went on. The essays that I like most are the epistemological ones, in which Montaigne exposes his skepticism. Montaigne’s work impressed me because of its openness. In listening to the essays one gets a fair account of Montaigne’s approach to life and knows his ideas about what is a life worth living. This audiobook is about wisdom. Classical wisdom as it was understood in XVI century.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    This is I book that I should have read decades ago, but was a little spooked by its length. It was a mistake to wait, as it usually is. Like when you're reading Balthasar Gracian, you feel stoic wisdom jumping out of every page. It was truly a great primer in classical education. This experience taught me that I should not be scared of War and Peace, Remembrance of Things Past, Paideia and Les Miserables that still are in my reading list.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    A very high four stars, only let down by the fact that this is a monstrous tome and that some of the essays are far less inspired than others. Some of Montaigne's "discoveries" are such a part of our existence now that they seem mundane, which just goes to show the wit and wisdom of his mind.
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    The best translation of Montaigne out there although more than 50 years old--a must-read classic.

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    Montaigne is known as the father of the essay for good reason--he coined the very word for them. An essai is french for attempt--which gives you a sense of Montaigne's style and intent. They're very conversational, as if he's thinking out loud. A little rambling, yes, in the way the conversation with a friend can be, jumping from subject to subject. Some reviewers complained he's vain--well, he is a bit of a know-it-all, including a great deal of quotes from classical sources: Homer, Aesop, Euripides, Plato, Aristotle, Vergil, Caesar, Lucretius, Tacitus, Plutarch... For me that was part of his charm. I'm with the Librarything reviewer who said that "this is a liberal education in a book." There seems to be no aspect of life he doesn't cover in his hundred plus essays. Montaigne actually struck me as both humane and strikingly modern in quite a few respects--in his concern for native Americans being colonized by the Europeans, his opposition to torture, his concern for animals, among other instances. I found Montaigne lively, often funny, readable, quotable. More so than his imitator Francis Bacon and far, far more so than Emerson. All three, interestingly, have essays on friendship. Montaigne's is the wisest and most moving of the three.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    It's by my bed on the bedside cabinet. that should indicate to all of you how much of a loved vade mecum this work is. Unparalled.

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Michel de Montaigne - Michel de Montaigne

Montaigne

Michel de Montaigne

Selected Essays

Translated by Charles Cotton

Edited by William Carew Hazlitt

DOVER PUBLICATIONS, INC.

Mineola, New York

DOVER THRIFT EDITIONS

GENERAL EDITOR: MARY CAROLYN WALDREP

EDITOR OF THIS VOLUME: JANET BAINE KOPITO

Copyright

Copyright © 2011 by Dover Publications, Inc.

All rights reserved.

Bibliographical Note

This Dover edition, first published by Dover Publications, Inc., in 2011, is an unabridged republication of the work originally published as Selected Essays of Michel de Montaigne by Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., Publishers, New York, in 1903.

International Standard Book Number

eISBN-13: 978-0-486-32039-7

Manufactured in the United States by Courier Corporation

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The Author to the Reader

READER, thou hast here an honest book; it doth at the outset forewarn thee that, in contriving the same, I have proposed to myself no other than a domestic and private end: I have had no cosideration at all either to thy service or to my glory. My powers are not capable of any such design. I have dedicated it to the particular commodity of my kinsfolk and friends, so that, having lost me (which they must do shortly), they may therein recover some traits of my conditions and humors, and by that means preserve more whole, and more life-like, the knowledge they had of me.

Had my intention been to seek the world’s favor, I should surely have adorned myself with borrowed beauties: I desire therein to be viewed as I appear in mine own genuine, simple, and ordinary manner, without study and artifice: for it is myself I paint. My defects are therein to be read to the life, and my imperfections and my natural form, so far as public reverence hath permitted me. If I had lived among those nations, which (they say) yet dwell under the sweet liberty of nature’s primitive laws, I assure thee I would most willingly have painted myself quite fully and quite naked. Thus, reader, myself am the matter of my book: there’s no reason thou shouldst employ thy leisure about so frivolous and vain a subject. Therefore, farewell.

From Montaigne, the 12th June, 1580.

Preface

THE ESSAYS of Montaigne, which are at once the most celebrated and the most permanent of his productions, form a magazine out of which such writers as Bacon and Shakespeare did not disdain to help themselves; and indeed, as Hallam observes, the Frenchman’s literary importance largely results from the share which his mind had in influencing other minds, coeval and subsequent. But, at the same time, estimating the value and rank of the essayist, we are not to leave out of the account the drawbacks and the circumstances of the period: the imperfect state of education, the comparative scarcity of books, and the limited opportunities of intellectual intercourse.

Montaigne freely borrowed of others, and he has found men willing to borrow of him as freely. We need not wonder at the reputation which he with seeming facility achieved. He was, without being aware of it, the leader of a new school in letters and morals. His book was different from all others which were at that date in the world. It diverted the ancient currents of thought into new channels. It told its readers with unexampled frankness, what its writer’s opinion was about men and things, and threw what must have been a strange kind of new light on many matters but darkly understood. Above all, the Essayist uncased himself, and made his intellectual and physical organism public property. He took the world into his confidence on all subjects. His essays were a sort of literary anatomy, where we get a diagnosis of the writer’s mind, made by himself at different levels and under a large variety of operating influences.

The text of these volumes is taken from the first edition of Cotton’s version, printed in 3 vols. 8 vo, 1685–6. In the earliest impression the errors of the press are corrected merely as far as page 240 of the first volume, and all the editions follow one another. That of 1685–6 was the only one which the translator lived to see. He died in 1687.

It was considered imperative to correct Cotton’s translation by a careful collation with the variorum edition of the original, Paris, 1854, with reference also to Florio’s earlier undertaking. The besetting sin of both Montaigne’s translators seems to have been a propensity for reducing his language and phraseology to the language and phraseology of the age and country to which they belonged, and, moreover, for inserting paragraphs and words, not here and there only, but constantly and habitually, from an evident desire and view to elucidate or strengthen their author's meaning. Nor is redundancy or paraphrase the only form of transgression in Cotton, for there are places in his author which he thought proper to omit, and it is hardly necessary to say that the restoration of all such matter to the text was considered essential to its integrity and completeness.

W. C. H.

BARNES COMMON, SURREY,

January, 1892.

Contents

The Author to the Reader

Preface

Biographical Introduction

That Men by Various Ways arrive at the same End

Of Sorrow

That the Soul discharges her Passions upon False Objects, where the True are Wanting

That the Intention is Judge of Our Actions

Of Liars

Of Quick or Slow Speech

Of Constancy

Of Fear

That Men are not to judge of Our Happiness till after Death

That it is Folly to measure Truth and Error by Our Own Capacity

Of Friendship

That a Man is soberly to judge of the Divine Ordinances

Of the Custom of Wearing Clothes

That We laugh and cry for the Same Thing

Of Solitude

Of the Inequality Among Us

Of Ancient Customs

Of the Vanity of Words

Of Prayers

Of Books

Of Cruelty

Of the Inconstancy of Our Actions

Use makes Perfect

Of Glory

Of Presumption

Of Giving the Lie

Of Liberty of Conscience

Of Virtue

Of Anger

Of Profit and Honesty

Of Repentance

Of the Inconvenience of Greatness

Of Managing the Will

Biographical Introduction

THE AUTHOR of the Essays was born on the last day of February, 1533, at the château of St. Michel de Montaigne. His father, Pierre Eyquem, écuyer, was successively first jurat of the town of Bordeaux (1530), sub-mayor (1536), jurat for the second time in 1540, procureur in 1546, and at length mayor from 1553 to 1556. He was a man of austere probity, who had a particular regard for honor and propriety in his person and attire . . . a mighty good faith in his speech, and a conscience and a religious feeling inclining to superstition, rather than to the other extreme. Pierre Eyquem bestowed great care on the education of his children, especially on the practical side of it. To associate closely his son Michel with the people, and attach him to those who stand in need of assistance, he caused him to be held at the font by persons of the meanest position; subsequently he put him out to nurse with a poor villager, and then, at a later period, made him accustom himself to the most common sort of living, taking care, nevertheless, to cultivate his mind, and superintend its development without the exercise of undue rigor or constraint. Michel, who gives us the minutest account of his earliest years, charmingly narrates how they used to awake him by the sound of some agreeable music, and how he learned Latin, without suffering the rod or shedding a tear, before beginning French, thanks to the German teacher whom his father had placed near him, and who never addressed him except in the language of Virgil and Cicero. The study of Greek took precedence.

At six years of age young Montaigne went to the College of Guienne at Bordeaux, where he had as preceptors the most eminent scholars of the sixteenth century, Nicolas Grouchy, Guerente, Muret, and Buchanan. At thirteen he had passed through all the classes, and as he was destined for the law he left school to study that science. The next information that we have is that in 1554 he received the appointment of councillor in the parliament of Bordeaux; in 1559 he was at Bar-le-Duc with the court of Francis II., and in the year following he was present at Rouen to witness the declaration of the majority of Charles IX.

Between 1556 and 1563 commenced his romantic friendship with Etienne de la Boetie, whom he had met, as he tells us, by pure chance at some festive celebration in the town. From their very first interview the two found themselves drawn irresistibly toward one another, and during the six years this alliance was foremost in the heart of Montaigne, as it was afterward in his memory, when death had severed it.

Although in his Essays he blames severely those who, contrary to the advice of Aristotle, marry before five and thirty, Montaigne, in 1566, in his thirty-third year, espoused Françoise de Chassaigne, daughter of a councillor in the Parliament of Bordeaux. The title of Gentleman in Ordinary to the king, which he assumes in a preface, and which Henry III. gives him in a letter; what he says as to the commotions of courts, where he passed a portion of his life; the instructions which he wrote under the dictation of Catherine de Medici for King Charles IX.; and his noble correspondence with Henry IV., leave no doubt as to the part which he played in the transactions of those times; and we find an unanswerable proof of the esteem in which he was held by the most exalted personages in a letter which was addressed to him by Charles at the time he was admitted to the Order of St. Michael, which was, as he informs us himself, the highest honor of the French noblesse.

Several passages in the Essays seem to indicate that Montaigne not only took military service, but that he was actually in numerous campaigns with the Catholic armies; and on his monument he is represented in a coat of mail, with his casque and gauntlets on his right side, and a lion at his feet, alike symbols of a share in military transactions.

But, on his arrival at his thirty-eighth year, he resolved to dedicate to study and contemplation the remaining term of his life; and on his birthday, the last of February, 1571, he caused a Latin inscription to this effect to be placed upon one of the walls of his château.

Montaigne was at this date unknown to the world of letters, except as a translator and an editor. In 1569 he published a translation of the Natural Theology of Reymond de Sebonde, which he had undertaken solely to please his father. In 1571 he caused to be printed at Paris certain opuscula of Etienne de la Boetie. At the very outset of his retirement from public engagements, Montaigne was exclusively occupied with reading and reflection, and acquired the habit of setting down his thoughts just as they occurred to him. Those thoughts became a book, and the first draft of that book, which was to confer immortality on the writer, appeared at Bordeaux in 1580. Montaigne was then forty-seven; he had suffered for some years past from renal colic and gravel; and it was with the necessity of distraction from his pain, and the hope of deriving relief from the waters, that he undertook at this time his Italian tour of which an itinerary, dictated to his secretary, is extant, and has been separately printed.

Montaigne traveled, just as he wrote, completely at his ease, and without the least constraint, turning, just as he fancied, from the common or ordinary roads taken by tourists. The good inns, the soft beds, the fine views, attracted his notice at every point, and in his observations on men and things he confines himself chiefly to the practical side.

At Rome he at first put up at the Orso, but subsequently hired, at twenty crowns a month, three fine furnished rooms in the house of a Spaniard, who included in these terms the use of the kitchen fire. What most annoyed him in the Eternal City was the number of Frenchmen he met, who all saluted him in his native tongue; but otherwise he was very comfortable, and his stay extended to five months.

Sceptical as Montaigne shows himself in his books, yet during his sojourn at Rome he manifested a great regard for religion. He solicited the honor of being admitted to kiss the feet of the Holy Father, Gregory XIII.; and the pontiff exhorted him always to continue in the devotion which he had hitherto exhibited to the church and the service of the Most Christian King.

"He met at San Sisto a Muscovite ambassador, the second who had come to Rome since the pontificate of Paul III. This minister had despatches from his court for Venice, addressed to the Grand Governor of the Signory. The court of Muscovy had at that time such limited relations with the other powers of Europe, and it was so imperfect in its information, that it thought Venice to be a dependency of the Holy See."

Before quitting Rome, Montaigne received his diploma of citizenship, by which he was greatly flattered; and after a visit to Tivoli he set out for Loretto, stopping at Ancona, Fano, and Urbino. He arrived at the beginning of May, 1581, at Bagno della Villa, where he established himself, in order to try the waters.

The greater part of the entries in the Journal, giving the account of these waters, and of the travels, down to Montaigne’s arrival at the first French town on his homeward route, are in Italian, because he wished to exercise himself in that language.

The minute and constant watchfulness of Montaigne over his health and over himself might lead one to suspect that excessive fear of death which degenerates into cowardice. But was it not rather the fear of the operation for the stone, at that time really formidable?

He was still at the waters of La Villa, when, on the 7th September, 1581, he learned by letter that he had been elected mayor of Bordeaux on the Ist August preceding. This intelligence made him hasten his departure; and from Lucca he proceeded to Rome. He again made some stay in that city, and he there received the letter of the jurats of Bordeaux, notifying to him officially his election to the mayoralty, and inviting him to return as speedily as possible. He left for France accompanied by young D’Estissac and several other gentlemen, who escorted him a considerable distance; but none went back to France with him, not even his travelling companion. He passed by Padua, Milan, Mont Cenis, and Chambery; thence he went on to Lyons, and lost no time in repairing to his château, after an absence of seventeen months and eight days.

The gentlemen of Bordeaux, says he, elected me mayor of their town while I was at a distance from France, and far from the thought of such a thing. I excused myself; but they gave me to understand that I was wrong in so doing, it being also command of the king that I should stand. This is the letter which Henry III. wrote to him on the occasion:

"Monsieur de Montaigne:- Inasmuch as I hold in great esteem your fidelity and zealous devotion to my service, it has been a pleasure to me to learn that you have been chosen mayor of my town of Bordeaux. I have had the agreeable duty of confirming the selection, and I did so the more willingly, seeing that it was made during your distant absence; wherefore it is my desire, and I require and command you expressly, that you proceed without delay to enter on the duties to which you have received so legitimate a call. And so you will act in a manner very agreeable to me, while the contrary will displease me greatly. Praying God, M. de Montaigne, to have you in his holy keeping.

"Written at Paris, the 25th day of November, 1581.

"HENRI.

"To Monsieur de Montaigne,

"Knight of my Order, Gentleman in Ordinary of

my Chamber, being at present in Rome.

Montaigne in his new employment, the most important in the province, obeyed the axiom that a man may not refuse a duty, though it absorb his time and attention and even involve the sacrifice of his blood. Placed between two extreme parties ever on the point of getting to blows, he showed himself in practice what he is in his book, the friend of a middle and temperate policy.

He applied himself in an especial manner to the maintenance of peace between the two religious factions which at that time divided the town of Bordeaux; and at the end of his two first years of office his grateful fellow-citizens conferred on him (in 1583) the mayoralty for two years more, a distinction which had been enjoyed, as he tells us, only twice before. On the expiration of his official career, after four years’ duration, he could say fairly enough of himself, that he left behind him neither hatred nor cause of offence.

In the midst of the cares of government, Montaigne found leisure to revise and enlarge his Essays, which since their appearance in 1580, had been continually receiving augmentations in the form of additional chapters or papers. Two more editions were printed in 1582 and 1587; and during this time the author, while making alterations in the original text, composed part of the third book. He went to Paris to make arrangements for the publication of his enlarged labors, and a fourth impression in 1588 was the result. He remained in the capital some time on this occasion, and it was now that he met for the first time Mademoiselle de Gournay. Gifted with an active and inquiring spirit, and, above all, possessing a sound and healthy tone of mind, Mademoiselle de Gournay had been carried from her childhood with that tide which set in with the sixteenth century toward controversy, learning, and knowledge. She learned Latin without a master; and when, at the age of eighteen, she accidentally became possessor of a copy of the Essays, she was transported with delight and admiration.

She quitted the château of Gournay, to come to see him. We cannot do better, in connection with this journey of sympathy, than to repeat the words of Pasquier: That young lady, allied to several great and noble families of Paris, proposed to herself no other marriage than with her honor, enriched with the knowledge gained from good books, and, beyond all others from the Essays of M. de Montaigne, who making in the year 1588, a lengthened stay in the town of Paris, she went there for the purpose of forming his personal acquaintance; and her mother, Madame de Gournay, and herself took him back with them to their château, where, at two or three different times, he spent three months altogether, most welcome of visitors. It was from this moment that Mademoiselle de Gournay dated her adoption as Montaigne’s daughter, a circumstance which has tended to confer immortality upon her in a far greater measure than her own literary productions.

Montaigne, on leaving Paris, stayed a short time at Blois, to attend the meeting of the States-General; and it is known that he was commissioned, about this period, to negotiate between Henry of Navarre (afterward Henry IV.) and the duke of Guise. De Thou assures us that Montaigne enjoyed the confidence of the principal persons of this time. The president, who calls him a frank man without constraint, tells us that, walking with him and Pasquier in the court at the castle of Blois, he heard him pronounce some very remarkable opinions on contemporary events, and he adds that Montaigne had foreseen that the troubles in France could not end without witnessing the death of either the king of Navarre or of the duke of Guise. He had made himself so completely master of the views of these two princes, that he told De Thou that the king of Navarre would have been prepared to embrace Catholicism, if he had not been afraid of being abandoned by his party, and that the duke of Guise, on his part, had no particular repugnance to the confession of Augsburg, for which the cardinal of Lorraine, his uncle, had inspired him with a liking, if it had not been for the peril involved in quitting the Romish communion. It would have been easy for Montaigne to play, as we call it, a great part in politics, and create for himself a lofty position; but his motto was, Otio et libertati; and he returned quietly home to compose a chapter for his next edition on The Inconveniences of Greatness.

The author of the Essays was now fifty-five. The malady which tormented him grew only worse and worse with years; and yet he occupied himself continually with reading, meditating, and composition. He employed the years 1589, 1590, and 1591, in making fresh additions to his book; and even in the approaches of old age he might fairly anticipate many happy hours, when he was attacked by quinsy, depriving him of the power of utterance. Pasquier, who has left us some details of his last hours, narrates that he remained three days in full possession of his faculties, but unable to speak, so that, in order to make known his desires he was obliged to resort to writing; and as he felt his end drawing near, he begged his wife to summon certain of the gentlemen who resided in the neighborhood to bid them a last farewell. When they had arrived, he caused mass to be celebrated in his apartment; and just as the priest was elevating the host, Montaigne fell forward, with his arms extended in front of him, on the bed, and so exipired. He was in his sixtieth year. It was the 13th of September, 1592.

Montaigne was buried near his own house; but a few months after his decease, his remains were removed to the church of a Commandery of St. Antoine at Bordeaux.¹ His monument was restored in 1803 by a descendant. It was seen about 1858 by an English traveler (Mr. St. John), and was then in good preservation.

In 1595 Mademoiselle de Gournay published a new edition of Montaigne’s Essays, and the first with the latest emendations of the author, from a copy presented to her by his widow, and which has not been recovered, although it is known to have been in existence some years after the date of the impression made on its authority.

Coldly as Montaigne’s literary productions appear to have been received by the generation immediately succeeding his own age, his genius grew into just appreciation in the seventeenth century, when such great spirits arose as La Bruyère, Molière, La Fontaine, and Madame de Sévigné. Oh, exclaimed the Chatelaine des Rochers, what capital company he is, the dear man! He is my old friend; and just for the reason that he is so, he always seems new. Mon Dieu! how full is that book of sense! Balzac said that he had carried human reason as far and as high as it could go, both in politics and in morals. On the other hand, Malebranche and the writers of Port Royal were against him; some reprehended the licentiousness of his writings; others their impiety, materialism, and Epicureanism. Even Pascal, who had carefully read the Essays, and gained no small profit by them, did not spare his reproaches. But Montaigne has outlived detraction. As time has gone on, his admirers and borrowers have increased in number, and his Jansenism, which recommended him to the eighteenth century, may not be his least recommendation in the nineteenth. Here we have certainly, on the whole, a first-class man, and one proof of his masterly genius seems to be, that his merits and his beauties are sufficient to induce us to leave out of consideration blemishes and faults which would have been fatal to an inferior writer.


¹ The Paris correspondent of the Daily News, under date of the 13th March, 1886, writes: "The remains of Montaigne were on Thursday morning removed to the vault of the new University buildings at Bordeaux. Several speeches were made, and M. de Brons, a descendant of Montaigne, thanked the Municipal Council who defrayed the cost of the monument. That illustrious Bordelais, who much more than Descartes may be regarded as the father of French philosophy, had a direct action on the mind of Shakespeare. Victor Hugo claimed for Montaigne the honor of having led the greatest English poet from the concetti of the Italian school to the graver form of thought of which ‘Hamlet’ is an example. Shakespeare having possessed a copy of Montaigne’s Essays, Victor Hugo concluded that he marked, learned, and inwardly digested them--a good modern book being a rarity in those days."

ESSAYS OF MONTAIGNE

THAT MEN BY VARIOUS WAYS ARRIVE AT THE SAME END.

THE MOST usual way of appeasing the indignation of such as we have any way offended, when we see them in possession of the power of revenge, and find that we absolutely lie at their mercy, is by submission, to move them to commiseration and pity; and yet bravery, constancy, and resolution, however quite contrary means, have sometimes served to produce the same effect.

Edward, Prince of Wales (the same who so long governed our Guienne, a personage whose condition and fortune have in them a great deal of the most notable and most considerable parts of grandeur), having been highly incensed by the Limousins, and taking their city by assault, was not, either by the cries of the people, or the prayers and tears of the women and children abandoned to slaughter and prostrate at his feet for mercy, to be stayed from prosecuting his revenge; till, penetrating further into the town, he at last took notice of three French gentlemen, who with incredible bravery alone sustained the whole power of his victorious army. Then it was that consideration and respect unto so remarkable a valor first stopped the torrent of his fury, and that his clemency, beginning with these three cavaliers, was afterward extended to all the remaining inhabitants of the city.

Scanderbeg, Prince of Epirus, pursuing one of his soldiers with the purpose to kill him, the soldier, having in vain tried by all the ways of humility and supplication to appease him, resolved, as his last refuge, to face about and await him sword in hand; which behavior of his gave a sudden stop to his captain’s fury, who, for seeing him assume so notable a resolution, received him into grace; an example, however, that might suffer another interpretation with such as have not read of the prodigious force and valor of that prince.

The Emperor Conrad III. having besieged Guelph, Duke of Bavaria [1140], would not be prevailed upon, what mean and unmanly satisfactions soever were tendered to him, to condescend to milder conditions than that the ladies and gentlewomen only who were in the town with the duke might go out without violation of their honor, on foot, and with so much only as they could carry about them. Whereupon they, out of magnanimity of heart, presently contrived to carry out, upon their shoulders, their husbands and children, and the duke himself; a sight at which the emperor was so pleased, that, ravished with the generosity of the action, he wept for joy, and immediately extinguishing in his heart the mortal and capital hatred he had conceived against this duke, he from that time forward treated him and his with all humanity.

The one and the other of these two ways would with great facility work upon my nature; for I have a marvellous propensity to mercy and mildness, and to such a degree that I fancy of the two I should sooner surrender my anger to compassion than to esteem. And yet pity is reputed a vice among the Stoics, who will that we succor the afflicted, but not that we should be so affected with their sufferings as to suffer with them. I conceived these examples not ill suited to the question in hand, and the rather because therein we observe these great souls assaulted and tried by these two several ways, to resist the one without relenting, and to be shaken and subjected by the other. It may be true that to suffer a man’s heart to be totally subdued by compassion may be imputed facility, effeminacy, and over-tenderness; whence it comes to pass that the weaker natures, as of women, children, and the common sort of people, are the most subject to it; but after having resisted and disdained the power of groans and tears, to yield to the sole reverence of the sacred image of Valor, this can be no other than the effect of a strong and inflexible soul enamored of and honoring masculine and obstinate courage.

Nevertheless, astonishment and admiration may, in less generous minds, beget a like effect: witness the people of Thebes, who, having put two of their generals upon trial for their lives for having continued in arms beyond the precise term of their commission, very hardly pardoned Pelopidas, who, bowing under the weight of so dangerous an accusation, made no manner of defence for himself, nor produced other arguments than prayers and supplications; whereas, on the contrary, Epaminondas, falling to recount magniloquently the exploits he had performed in their service, and, after a haughty and arrogant manner reproaching them with ingratitude and injustice, they had not the heart to proceed any further in his trial, but broke up the court and departed, the whole assembly highly commending the high courage of this personage.

Dionysius the elder, after having, by a tedious siege and through exceeding great difficulties, taken the city of Reggio, and in it the governor Phyton, a very gallant man, who had made so obstinate a defence, was resolved to make him a tragical example of his revenge: in order where-unto he first told him, That he had the day before caused his son and all his kindred to be drowned. To which Phyton returned no other answer but this: That they were then by one day happier than he. After which, causing him to be stripped, and delivering him into the hands of the tormentors, he was by them not only dragged through the streets of the town, and most ignominiously and cruelly whipped, but moreover villified with most bitter and contumelious language; yet still he maintained his courage entire all the way, with a strong voice and undaunted countenance proclaiming the honorable and glorious cause of his death; namely, for that he would not deliver up his country into the hands of a tyrant; at the same time denouncing against him a speedy chastisement from the offended gods. At which Dionysius, reading in his soldiers’ looks, that instead of being incensed at the haughty language of this conquered enemy, to the contempt of their captain and his triumph, they were not only struck with admiration of so rare a virtue, but moreover inclined to mutiny, and were even ready to rescue the prisoner out of the hangman’s hands, he caused the torturing to cease, and afterward privately caused him to be thrown into the sea.

Man (in good earnest) is a marvellous vain, fickle, and unstable subject, and on whom it is very hard to form any certain and uniform judgment. For Pompey could pardon the whole city of the Mamertines, though furiously incensed against it, upon the single account of the virtue and magnanimity of one citizen, Zeno, who took the fault of the public wholly upon himself; neither entreated other favor, but alone to undergo the punishment for all: and yet Sylla’s host having in the city of Perugia manifested the same virtue, obtained nothing by it, either for himself or his fellow-citizens.

And, directly contrary to my first examples, the bravest of all men, and who was reputed so gracious to all those he overcame, Alexander, having, after many great difficulties, forced the city of Gaza, and, entering, found Betis, who commanded there, and of whose valor in the time of this siege he had most marvellous manifest proof, alone forsaken by all

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