Away with disordered pleasures, for just as crimes even if they have not been detected when they were committed, do not allow anxiety to end with them; so with guilty pleasures, regret remains even after the pleasures are over.

Cast about rather for some good which will abide; however there can be no such good except as the soul discovers it for itself within itself; & If you wish the result to be accomplished, this matter cannot be delegated to someone else.

“Real wealth is poverty adjusted to the law of Nature.”

On the Good which Abides

What say you, are you giving me advice?, Indeed, have you already advised yourself, already corrected your own faults?, Is this the reason why you have leisure to reform other people?

No, I am not so shameless as to undertake to cure my fellowships when I am ill myself; I am however discussing with you troubles which concern us both, & sharing the remedy, with you just as if we were lying ill in the same hospital.

Listen to me, as you would if I were talking to myself; I am admitting you to my inmost thoughts, & am having it out with myself, merely making use of you as my pretext.

I keep crying out to myself: Count your years, & you will be ashamed to desire & pursue the same things you desired in your childhood days; Of this one thing make sure against your dying day, – let your faults die before you die.

Away with those disordered pleasures, which must be dearly paid for; it is not only those which are to come that harm me, but also those which have come & gone.

Just as crimes, even if they have not been detected when they were committed, do not allow anxiety to end with them; so with guilty pleasures, regret remains even after the pleasures are over; They are not substantial, they are not trustworthy; even if they do not harm us, they are fleeting.

Cast about rather for some good which will abide; But there can be no such good except as the soul discovers it for itself within itself.

Virtue alone affords everlasting & peace-giving joy; even if some obstacle arise, it is but like an intervening cloud, which floats beneath the sun but never prevails against it.

When will it be your lot to attain this joy?, Thus far, you have indeed not been sluggish, but you must quicken your pace; Much toil remains; to confront it, you must yourself lavish all your waking hours, & all your efforts.

If you wish the result to be accomplished, this matter cannot be delegated to someone else.

Within our own time there was a certain rich man named Sabinus; he had the bank-account & the brains of a freedman; His memory was so faulty that he would sometimes forget the name of Ulysses, or Achilles; But none the less did he desire to appear learned.

So he devised this short cut to learning: he paid fabulous prices for servants, – one to know Homer by heart & another to know Hesiod; After collecting this retinue, he began to make life miserable for his guests; he would keep these fellows at the foot of his couch, & ask them from time to time for verses which he might repeat.

Satellius, a feeder & consequently a fawner, upon addle-pated millionaires, & also a flouter of them, suggested to Sabinus that he should have philologists to gather up the bits.

Sabinus remarked that each slave cost him one hundred thousand sesterces; Satellius replied: “You might have bought as many book-cases for a smaller sum.”, But Sabinus held to the opinion that what any member of his household knew, he himself knew also.

Do we understand what we know, or rather we know people who understand, & as such we deem that we now know by association?

No person is able to borrow or buy a sound mind; in fact, as it seems to me even though sound minds were for sale, they would not find buyers; Depraved minds, however are bought & sold every day.

Epicurus has this saying in various ways ; For some people the remedy should be merely prescribed; in the case of others, it should be forced down their throats.

“Real wealth is poverty adjusted to the law of Nature.”

Farewell, Seneca, StoicTaoist.

Thinking about death, bids us to understand freedom, as such to know Death is to Love Life !

One who has learnt to die has unlearned slavery, only one chain which binds us to life, & that is the love of life.

Put aside the opinion of the world; as it is always wavering & always takes both sides; hence distinguish carefully what you cannot do, & what you do not want to do.

On Old Age & Death

You may rate me in the worn-out class, – of those who are nearing the end, Nevertheless, I offer thanks to myself, with you as witness; for I feel that age has done no damage to my mind, though I feel its effects on my constitution.

The mind bids me do some thinking & consider how much of this peace of spirit & moderation of character I owe to wisdom & how much to my time of life; it bids me distinguish carefully what I cannot do, & what I do not want to do.

The showing which we have made up to the present time, in word or deed, counts for nothing; All this is but a trifling & deceitful pledge of our spirit, & is wrapped in much charlatanism; I shall leave it to Death to determine what progress I have made.

Put aside the opinion of the world; it is always wavering & always takes both sides;

Put aside the studies which you have pursued throughout your life; Death will deliver the final judgment in your case.

This is what I mean: your debates & learned talks, your maxims gathered from the teachings of the wise, your cultured conversation, – all these afford no proof of the real strength of your soul.

Even the most timid person can deliver a bold speech; What you have done in the past will be manifest only at the time when you draw your last breath; I accept the terms; I do not shrink from the decision.

This is what I say to myself, but I would have you think that I have said it to you also; You are younger; but what does that matter?

There is no fixed count of our years; You do not know where death awaits you; so be ready for it everywhere.

Epicurus will oblige me with these words: “Think on death,” or rather, if you prefer the phrase, on “migration to heaven.”, The meaning is clear, – that it is a wonderful thing to learn thoroughly how to die.

You may deem it superfluous to learn a text that can be used only once; but that is just the reason why we ought to think on a thing; When we can never prove whether we really know anything, we must always be learning it.

“Think on death.”, In saying this, Epicurus bids us think on freedom; One who has learnt to die has unlearned slavery; One is above any external power, or at any rate, One is beyond it.

The chain may not be cast off, but it may be rubbed away, so that when necessity shall demand, nothing may retard or hinder us from being ready to do at once that which at some time we are bound to do.

What terrors have prisons & bonds & bars for yyou?

Your way out is clear; There is only one chain which binds us to life, & that is the love of life.

Farewell, Seneca, StoicTaoist.