I, who travel most often for my pleasure, do not direct myself so badly. If it looks ugly on the right, I take the left; if I find myself unfit to ride my horse, I stop....Have I left something unseen behind me? I go back; it is still on my road. I trace no fixed line, either straight or crooked.
Michel de Montaigne (1533–1592), French essayist
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