All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.
Michel De MontaigneRead
There are few men who dare to publish to the world the prayers they make to Almighty God.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the reluctance of individuals to openly share their private prayers and supplications to God.
Michel De Montaigne suggests that the act of praying is a deeply personal and often vulnerable expression of one's innermost thoughts and desires. The hesitation to share these prayers publicly indicates a universal struggle with the balance between personal faith and the public persona, highlighting a form of humility in the realm of spirituality.
In practice
This quote could be used in a sermon about the personal nature of faith.
All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.
All I say is by way of discourse, and nothing by way of advice. I should not speak so boldly if it were my due to be believed.
Pythagoras used to say that life resembles the Olympic Games: a few people strain their muscles to carry off a prize; others bring trinkets to sell to the crowd for gain; and some there are, and not the worst, who seek no other profit than to look at the show and see how and why everything is done; spectators of the life of other people in order to judge and regulate their own.
There is not much less vexation in the government of a private family than in the managing of an entire state.
Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.
Such as are in immediate fear of a losing their estates, of banishment, or of slavery, live in perpetual anguish, and lose all appetite and repose; whereas such as are actually poor, slaves, or exiles, ofttimes live as merrily as other folk.
The abjection of our political situation is the only true challenge today. Only facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.
Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!
They call him Aslan in That Place," said Eustace. "What a curious name!" "Not half so curious as himself," said Eustace solemnly.
The eyes of the soul of the multitudes are unable to endure the vision of the divine.
No one would have doubted his ability to reign had he never been emperor.
I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.
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