~Je veux que la mort me trouve plantant mes choux.~ - Michel de Montaigne

At the very beginning of my fevers and sicknesses that cast me down, whilst still entire, and but little, disordered in health, I reconcile myself to Almighty God by the last Christian, offices, and find myself by so doing less oppressed and more easy, and have got, methinks, so much the better of my disease. And I have yet less need of a notary or counsellor than of a physician.

Certainly, if he still has himself, a man of understanding has lost nothing.

I find that the best goodness I have has some tincture of vice.