Of Etienne de la Boetie, Montaigne wrote:

"We sought one another, before we had seen one another...

I would rather have trusted him concerning any matter of 

mine, than myself."

When la Boetie fell mortally ill, it was Montaigne who

stayed at his bedside.

"Since the time I lost him...I do languish, I do but sorrow...

I was so accustomed to be ever two, so inured to be never 

single, that I think I am but half myself."