I thought of the words of the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne. "If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Authors communicate with the people by some special extrinsic mark; I am the first to do so by my entire being, as Michel de Montaigne.
It is not in Montaigne, but in myself, that I find all that I see in him.
This book of Montaigne the world has endorsed by translating it into all tongues.
I'm quite influenced in this by one of my heroes, Montaigne, who thought a man's real task was to render as honest an account of himself as he could.
Montaigne [puts] not self-satisfied understanding but a consciousness astonished at itself at the core of human existence.