Let death take me planting my cabbages, indifferent to him, and still less of my garden not being finished. (tr. Charles Cotton) - Michel de Montaigne

C'est une épineuse entreprise, et plus qu'il ne semble, de suivre une allure si vagabonde que celle de nôtre esprit; de pénétrer les profondeurs opaques de ses replis internes; de choisir et arrêter tant de menus de ses agitations.

Those that will combat use and custom by the strict rules of grammar do but jest.

It is more of a job to interpret the interpretations than to interpret the things, and there are more books about books than about any other subject: we do nothing but write glosses about each other.