Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such talent-a content poet is a mediocre one, a happy poet is insufferable.

Rabih Alameddine
Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such...
Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such...
Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such...
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The great essayist Montaigne wrote that “fate would never permit happiness to a man of such talent-a content poet is a mediocre one, a happy poet is insufferable.” In our modern age, we tend to equate talent with wealth and success, but Montaigne was arguing that great talent is not always matched by great wealth or success. He believed that talent and happiness were two different things. He also argued that a high degree of talent does not make a person more likely to be happy.

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