Who is Michel De Montaigne

Michel Eyquem, Sieur de Montaigne ( mon-TAYN; French: [miʃɛl ekɛm də mɔ̃tɛɲ]; 28 February 1533 – 13 September 1592), also known as the Lord of Montaigne, was one of the most significant philosophers of the French Renaissance. He is known for popularizing the essay as a literary genre. His work is noted for its merging of casual anecdotes and autobiography with intellectual insight. Montaigne had a direct influence on numerous Western writers; his massive volume Essais contains some of the most influential essays ever written.

During his lifetime, Montaigne was admired more as a statesman than as an author. The tendency in his essays to digress into anecdotes and personal ruminations was seen as detrimental to proper style rather than as an innovation, and his declaration...
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Tpmquote: i want death to find me planting my cabbages.--michel de montaigne
Jacquesapphire: "it is not enough to withdraw from the mob, not enough to go to another place: we have to withdraw from such attributes of the mob as are within us. it is our own self we have to isolate and take back into possession." -- michel de montaigne
Philobits: “he who establishes his argument by noise and command, shows that his reason is weak.” — michel de montaigne, essais
Lauorenjauregui: "if you press me to say why i loved him, i can say no more than because he was he, and i was i." -michel de montaigne
Cerebralwisdom: the clatter of arms drowns the voice of the law. - michel eyquem de montaigne
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Night-Scene In Genoa
 by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

In Genoa, when the sunset gave
Its last warm purple to the wave,
No sound of war, no voice of fear,
Was heard, announcing danger near:
Though deadliest foes were there, whose hate
But slumber'd till its hour of fate,
Yet calmly, at the twilight's close,
Sunk the wide city to repose.
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