Michel de Montaigne

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which was all the provision of his repast, and all the time he spent in eating.

      I know some who consentingly have acquired both profit and advancement from cuckoldom, of which the bare name only affrights so many people.

      That our opinion gives the value to things is very manifest in the great number of those which we do, not so much prizing them, as ourselves, and never considering either their virtues or their use, but only how dear they cost us, as though that were a part of their substance; and we only repute for value in them, not what they bring to us, but what we add to them. By which I understand that we are great economisers of our expense: as it weighs, it serves for so much as it weighs. Our opinion will never suffer it to want of its value: the price gives value to the diamond; difficulty to virtue; suffering to devotion; and griping to physic. A certain person, to be poor, threw his crowns into the same sea to which so many come, in all parts of the world, to fish for riches. Epicurus says that to be rich is no relief, but only an alteration, of affairs. In truth, it is not want, but rather abundance, that creates avarice. I will deliver my own experience concerning this affair.

       Tot per impotentia freta.

      [Through so many ungovernable seas.

      —Catullus, iv. 18.]

       Fortuna vitrea est: turn, quumsplendet, frangitur.

      [Fortune is glass: in its greatest brightness it breaks.

      —Ex Mim. Publilius Syrus.]

      and to turn all our barricadoes and bulwarks topsy-turvy, I find that, by divers causes, indigence is as frequently seen to inhabit with those who have estates as with those that have none; and that, peradventure, it is then far less grievous when alone than when accompanied with riches. These flow more from good management than from revenue;

       Faber est suae quisque fortunae.

      [Everyone is the maker of his own fortune.

      —Sallust, De Repub. Ord., i. I.]

      and an uneasy, necessitous, busy, rich man seems to me more miserable than he that is simply poor.

       In divitiis mopes, quod genus egestatis gravissimum est.

      [Poor in the midst of riches, which is the sorest kind of poverty.

      —Seneca, Epistles, 74.]