“Tum vero in curas animum diducimus omnes;”

          ["Indeed we lead the mind into all sorts of cares.” 
          —­AEneid, v. 720.]

I have a thousand things to desire and to fear.  To give them quite over, is very easy for me to do:  but to look after them without trouble, is very hard.  ’Tis a miserable thing to be in a place where everything you see employs and concerns you; and I fancy that I more cheerfully enjoy the pleasures of another man’s house, and with greater and a purer relish, than those of my own.  Diogenes answered according to my humour him who asked him what sort of wine he liked the best:  “That of another,” said he.—­[Diogenes Laertius, vi. 54.]

My father took a delight in building at Montaigne, where he was born; and in all the government of domestic affairs I love to follow his example and rules, and I shall engage those who are to succeed me, as much as in me lies, to do the same.  Could I do better for him, I would; and am proud that his will is still performing and acting by me.  God forbid that in my hands I should ever suffer any image of life, that I am able to render to so good a father, to fail.  And wherever I have taken in hand to strengthen some old foundations of walls, and to repair some ruinous buildings, in earnest I have done it more out of respect to his design, than my own satisfaction; and am angry at myself that I have not proceeded further to finish the beginnings he left in his house, and so much the more because I am very likely to be the last possessor of my race, and to give the last hand to it.  For, as to my own particular application, neither the pleasure of building, which they say is so bewitching, nor hunting, nor gardens, nor the other pleasures of a retired life, can much amuse me.  And ’tis what I am angry at myself for, as I am for all other opinions that are incommodious to me; which I would not so much care to have vigorous and learned, as I would have them easy and convenient for life, they are true and sound enough, if they are useful and pleasing.  Such as hear me declare my ignorance in husbandry, whisper in my ear that it is disdain, and that I neglect to know its instruments, its seasons, its order, how they dress my vines, how they graft, and to know the names and forms of herbs and fruits, and the preparing the meat on which I live, the names and prices of the stuffs I wear, because, say they; I have set my heart upon some higher knowledge; they kill me in saying so.  It is not disdain; it is folly, and rather stupidity than glory; I had rather be a good horseman than a good logician: 

         “Quin to aliquid saltem potius, quorum indiget usus,
          Viminibus mollique paras detexere junco.”

["’Dost thou not rather do something which is required, and make
osier and reed basket.”—­Virgil, Eclog., ii. 71.]

We occupy our thoughts about the general, and about universal causes and conducts, which will very well carry on themselves without our care; and leave our own business at random, and Michael much more our concern than man.  Now I am, indeed, for the most part at home; but I would be there better pleased than anywhere else: