I have never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself. We are, I know not how, double within ourselves, with the result that we do not believe what we believe, and we cannot rid ourselves of what we condemn.
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The book that invented its own form: attempts, in which Montaigne turns his attention on himself with unprecedented candor. The more he examines his certainties, the more they dissolve into custom and habit, leaving self-knowledge and a gentle tolerance in their place.