The finest thing in the world is knowing how to belong to oneself. – Michel de Montaigne, Of Solitude

When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep. Nay, and when I walk alone in a beautiful Orchard, if my Thoughts are some part of the Time taken up with strange Occurrences, I some part of the Time call them back again to my Walk, or to the Orchard, to the Sweetness of the Solitude, and to my self. – Michel de Montaigne, “Of Experience,” translated from French by Charles Cotton

The only man we have any respect for is the man who uses all the endowment he has, and uses it until he bleeds. – Martin H. Fischer (1879–1962) [Preceding Fischerisms entry — Karl Lu