Lucius Annaeus Seneca→Lucilius Junior|c. 63 AD|Seneca the Younger|From Southern Italy (regional)|To Sicily (regional)|AI-assisted
I know it is already clear to you, Lucilius, that no one can live happily, or even tolerably, without the study of wisdom. A happy life comes from wisdom brought to completion; a bearable life comes even from wisdom begun. But what is clear still has to be strengthened and driven deeper by daily reflection. It takes more work to keep honorable resolutions than to make them. You must persevere and add strength through steady practice, until what is now a good intention becomes a settled mind.
So you do not need to make long speeches or solemn assurances to me. I understand that you have made real progress. I know where the things you write are coming from; they are not invented or painted up. Still, I will tell you what I think: I have hope for you now, but not yet full confidence. I want you to take the same attitude toward yourself. There is no reason to trust yourself too quickly or too easily. Test yourself; question yourself in different ways; watch yourself. Above all, ask whether you have made progress in philosophy, or merely in life.
Philosophy is not a trick for winning the crowd, and it is not arranged for display. It is concerned not with words, but with realities. We do not take it up so that the day can pass with a little amusement, or so that boredom can be drained from leisure. Philosophy forms and builds the soul. It orders life, guides action, shows what should be done and what should be left alone. It sits at the helm and directs the course of those who are tossed among uncertainties. Without it, no one can live without fear; no one can live securely. Every hour brings countless things that need judgment, and that judgment must be sought from philosophy.
Someone may say, "What good is philosophy if Fate exists? What good is it if God rules? What good is it if Chance is in command? If events are fixed, they cannot be changed; if they are uncertain, no preparation can be made for them. Either God has already taken over my plan and decided what I am to do, or Fortune leaves my plan no room to act."
Whatever the truth is, Lucilius, whether one of these accounts is right or all of them are, we must practice philosophy. If Fate binds us by an unbreakable law, if God as ruler of the universe has arranged everything, or if Chance drives and tosses human affairs without order, philosophy must protect us. It will encourage us to obey God willingly and to resist Fortune stubbornly. It will teach us to follow God and endure Chance.
But I do not mean to move now into the question of what lies within our power: whether providence governs, whether a chain of fated events drags us along, or whether the sudden and unexpected dominate us. I return to the point: do not let the first force of your spirit sink away and grow cold. Hold it, set it firm, and make a habit of mind out of what is now an impulse.
If I know you well, you have been looking from the very start of this letter for the little gift it brings. Shake the letter out, and you will find it. Do not be surprised at my generosity; for now I am still giving away other men's property. But why did I call it other men's? Whatever is well said by anyone is mine. Here is another saying from Epicurus: "If you live according to nature, you will never be poor; if you live according to opinion, you will never be rich."
Nature wants little; opinion wants without limit. Let everything owned by many rich men be piled up for you. Let Fortune carry you beyond all private wealth, cover you with gold, dress you in purple, and lift you to such luxury and wealth that you hide the earth under marble floors. Let you not merely own riches, but walk over them. Add statues, paintings, and every work that art has made for luxury. From these things you will only learn to desire still greater things.
Natural desires have limits. Desires born from false opinion have nowhere to stop, because falsehood has no boundary. A person walking on a road has some endpoint; wandering has no measure. Pull yourself back, then, from empty things. When you want to know whether what you seek comes from nature or from a blind craving, ask whether it can come to rest anywhere. If, after you have gone far, something farther always remains, you may be sure that the desire is not natural. Farewell.
It is clear to you, I am sure, Lucilius, that no man can live a happy life, or even a supportable life, without the study of wisdom; you know also that a happy life is reached when our wisdom is brought to completion, but that life is at least endurable even when our wisdom is only begun. This idea, however, clear though it is, must be strengthened and implanted more deeply by daily reflection; it is more important for you to keep the resolutions you have already made than to go on and make noble ones. You must persevere, must develop new strength by continuous study, until that which is only a good inclination becomes a good settled purpose. Hence you no longer need to come to me with much talk and protestations; I know that you have made great progress. I understand the feelings which prompt your words; they are not feigned or specious words. Nevertheless I shall tell you what I think,—that at present I have hopes for you, but not yet perfect trust. And I wish that you would adopt the same attitude towards yourself; there is no reason why you should put confidence in yourself too quickly and readily. Examine yourself; scrutinize and observe yourself in divers ways; but mark, before all else, whether it is in philosophy or merely in life itself that you have made progress. Philosophy is no trick to catch the public; it is not devised for show. It is a matter, not of words, but of facts. It is not pursued in order that the day may yield some amusement before it is spent, or that our leisure may be relieved of a tedium that irks us. It moulds and constructs the soul; it orders our life, guides our conduct, shows us what we should do and what we should leave undone; it sits at the helm and directs our course as we waver amid uncertainties. Without it, no one can live fearlessly or in peace of mind. Countless things that happen every hour call for advice; and such advice is to be sought in philosophy.
Perhaps someone will say: “How can philosophy help me, if Fate exists? Of what avail is philosophy, if God rules the universe? Of what avail is it, if Chance governs everything? For not only is it impossible to change things that are determined, but it is also impossible to plan beforehand against what is undetermined; either God has forestalled my plans, and decided what I am to do, or else Fortune gives no free play to my plans.” Whether the truth, Lucilius, lies in one or in all of these views, we must be philosophers; whether Fate binds us down by an inexorable law, or whether God as arbiter of the universe has arranged everything, or whether Chance drives and tosses human affairs without method, philosophy ought to be our defence. She will encourage us to obey God cheerfully, but Fortune defiantly; she will teach us to follow God and endure Chance. But it is not my purpose now to be led into a discussion as to what is within our own control,—if foreknowledge is supreme, or if a chain of fated events drags us along in its clutches, or if the sudden and the unexpected play the tyrant over us; I return now to my warning and my exhortation, that you should not allow the impulse of your spirit to weaken and grow cold. Hold fast to it and establish it firmly, in order that what is now impulse may become a habit of the mind.
If I know you well, you have already been trying to find out, from the very beginning of my letter, what little contribution it brings to you. Sift the letter, and you will find it. You need not wonder at any genius of mine; for as yet I am lavish only with other men’s property.—But why did I say “other men”? Whatever is well said by anyone is mine.—This also is a saying of Epicurus: “If you live according to nature, you will never be poor; if you live according to opinion, you will never be rich.” Nature’s wants are slight; the demands of opinion are boundless. Suppose that the property of many millionaires is heaped up in your possession. Assume that fortune carries you far beyond the limits of a private income, decks you with gold, clothes you in purple, and brings you to such a degree of luxury and wealth that you can bury the earth under your marble floors; that you may not only possess, but tread upon, riches. Add statues, paintings, and and whatever any art has devised for the satisfaction of luxury; you will only learn from such things to crave still greater.
Natural desires are limited; but those which spring from false opinion can have no stopping-point. The false has no limits. When you are travelling on a road, there must be an end; but when astray, your wanderings are limitless. Recall your steps, therefore, from idle things, and when you would know whether that which you seek is based upon a natural or upon a misleading desire, consider whether it can stop at any definite point. If you find, after having travelled far, that there is a more distant goal always in view, you may be sure that this condition is contrary to nature. Farewell.
[1] Liquere hoc tibi, Lucili, scio, neminem posse beate vivere, ne tolerabiliter quidem, sine sapientiae studio, et beatam vitam perfecta sapientia effici, ceterum tolerabilem etiam inchoata. Sed hoc quod liquet firmandum et altius cotidiana meditatione figendum est: plus operis est in eo ut proposita custodias quam ut honesta proponas. Perseverandum est et assiduo studio robur addendum, donec bona mens sit quod bona voluntas est.
[2] Itaque - non opus est - tibi apud me pluribus verbis aut affirmatione tam longa: intellego multum te profecisse. Quae scribis unde veniant scio; non sunt ficta nec colorata. Dicam tamen quid sentiam: iam de te spem habeo, nondum fiduciam. Tu quoque idem facias volo: non est quod tibi cito et facile credas. Excute te et varie scrutare et observa; illud ante omnia vide, utrum in philosophia an in ipsa vita profeceris. [3] Non est philosophia populare artificium nec ostentationi paratum; non in verbis sed in rebus est. Nec in hoc adhibetur, ut cum aliqua oblectatione consumatur dies, ut dematur otio nausia: animum format et fabricat, vitam disponit, actiones regit, agenda et omittenda demonstrat, sedet ad gubernaculum et per ancipitia fluctuantium derigit cursum. Sine hac nemo intrepide potest vivere, nemo secure; innumerabilia accidunt singulis horis quae consilium exigant, quod ab hac petendum est. [4] Dicet aliquis, 'quid mihi prodest philosophia, si fatum est? quid prodest, si deus rector est? quid prodest, si casus imperat? Nam et mutari certa non possunt et nihil praeparari potest adversus incerta, sed aut consilium meum occupavit deus decrevitque quid facerem, aut consilio meo nihil fortuna permittit.' [5] Quidquid est ex his, Lucili, vel si omnia haec sunt, philosophandum est; sive nos inexorabili lege fata constringunt, sive arbiter deus universi cuncta disposuit, sive casus res humanas sine ordine impellit et iactat, philosophia nos tueri debet. Haec adhortabitur ut deo libenter pareamus, ut fortunae contumaciter; haec docebit ut deum sequaris, feras casum. [6] Sed non est nunc in hanc disputationem transeundum, quid sit iuris nostri si providentia in imperio est, aut si fatorum series illigatos trahit, aut si repentina ac subita dominantur: illo nunc revertor, ut te moneam et exhorter ne patiaris impetum animi tui delabi et refrigescere. Contine illum et constitue, ut habitus animi fiat quod est impetus.
[7] Iam ab initio, si te bene novi, circumspicies quid haec epistula munusculi attulerit: excute illam, et invenies. Non est quod mireris animum meum: adhuc de alieno liberalis sum. Quare autem alienum dixi ? quidquid bene dictum est ab ullo meum est. Istuc quoque ab Epicuro dictum est: 'si ad naturam vives, numquam eris pauper; si ad opiniones, numquam eris dives'. [8] Exiguum natura desiderat, opinio immensum. Congeratur in te quidquid multi locupletes possederant; ultra privatum pecuniae modum fortuna te provehat, auro tegat, purpura vestiat, eo deliciarum opumque perducat ut terram marmoribus abscondas; non tantum habere tibi liceat sed calcare divitias; accedant statuae et picturae et quidquid ars ulla luxuriae elaboravit: maiora cupere ab his disces. [9] Naturalia desideria finita sunt: ex falsa opinione nascentia ubi desinant non habent; nullus enim terminus falso est. Via eunti aliquid extremum est: error immensus est. Retrahe ergo te a vanis, et cum voles scire quod petes, utrum naturalem habeat an caecam cupiditatem, considera num possit alicubi consistere: si longe progresso semper aliquid longius restat, scito id naturale non esse. Vale.
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I know it is already clear to you, Lucilius, that no one can live happily, or even tolerably, without the study of wisdom. A happy life comes from wisdom brought to completion; a bearable life comes even from wisdom begun. But what is clear still has to be strengthened and driven deeper by daily reflection. It takes more work to keep honorable resolutions than to make them. You must persevere and add strength through steady practice, until what is now a good intention becomes a settled mind.
So you do not need to make long speeches or solemn assurances to me. I understand that you have made real progress. I know where the things you write are coming from; they are not invented or painted up. Still, I will tell you what I think: I have hope for you now, but not yet full confidence. I want you to take the same attitude toward yourself. There is no reason to trust yourself too quickly or too easily. Test yourself; question yourself in different ways; watch yourself. Above all, ask whether you have made progress in philosophy, or merely in life.
Philosophy is not a trick for winning the crowd, and it is not arranged for display. It is concerned not with words, but with realities. We do not take it up so that the day can pass with a little amusement, or so that boredom can be drained from leisure. Philosophy forms and builds the soul. It orders life, guides action, shows what should be done and what should be left alone. It sits at the helm and directs the course of those who are tossed among uncertainties. Without it, no one can live without fear; no one can live securely. Every hour brings countless things that need judgment, and that judgment must be sought from philosophy.
Someone may say, "What good is philosophy if Fate exists? What good is it if God rules? What good is it if Chance is in command? If events are fixed, they cannot be changed; if they are uncertain, no preparation can be made for them. Either God has already taken over my plan and decided what I am to do, or Fortune leaves my plan no room to act."
Whatever the truth is, Lucilius, whether one of these accounts is right or all of them are, we must practice philosophy. If Fate binds us by an unbreakable law, if God as ruler of the universe has arranged everything, or if Chance drives and tosses human affairs without order, philosophy must protect us. It will encourage us to obey God willingly and to resist Fortune stubbornly. It will teach us to follow God and endure Chance.
But I do not mean to move now into the question of what lies within our power: whether providence governs, whether a chain of fated events drags us along, or whether the sudden and unexpected dominate us. I return to the point: do not let the first force of your spirit sink away and grow cold. Hold it, set it firm, and make a habit of mind out of what is now an impulse.
If I know you well, you have been looking from the very start of this letter for the little gift it brings. Shake the letter out, and you will find it. Do not be surprised at my generosity; for now I am still giving away other men's property. But why did I call it other men's? Whatever is well said by anyone is mine. Here is another saying from Epicurus: "If you live according to nature, you will never be poor; if you live according to opinion, you will never be rich."
Nature wants little; opinion wants without limit. Let everything owned by many rich men be piled up for you. Let Fortune carry you beyond all private wealth, cover you with gold, dress you in purple, and lift you to such luxury and wealth that you hide the earth under marble floors. Let you not merely own riches, but walk over them. Add statues, paintings, and every work that art has made for luxury. From these things you will only learn to desire still greater things.
Natural desires have limits. Desires born from false opinion have nowhere to stop, because falsehood has no boundary. A person walking on a road has some endpoint; wandering has no measure. Pull yourself back, then, from empty things. When you want to know whether what you seek comes from nature or from a blind craving, ask whether it can come to rest anywhere. If, after you have gone far, something farther always remains, you may be sure that the desire is not natural. Farewell.
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Latin / Greek Original
[1] Liquere hoc tibi, Lucili, scio, neminem posse beate vivere, ne tolerabiliter quidem, sine sapientiae studio, et beatam vitam perfecta sapientia effici, ceterum tolerabilem etiam inchoata. Sed hoc quod liquet firmandum et altius cotidiana meditatione figendum est: plus operis est in eo ut proposita custodias quam ut honesta proponas. Perseverandum est et assiduo studio robur addendum, donec bona mens sit quod bona voluntas est.
[2] Itaque - non opus est - tibi apud me pluribus verbis aut affirmatione tam longa: intellego multum te profecisse. Quae scribis unde veniant scio; non sunt ficta nec colorata. Dicam tamen quid sentiam: iam de te spem habeo, nondum fiduciam. Tu quoque idem facias volo: non est quod tibi cito et facile credas. Excute te et varie scrutare et observa; illud ante omnia vide, utrum in philosophia an in ipsa vita profeceris. [3] Non est philosophia populare artificium nec ostentationi paratum; non in verbis sed in rebus est. Nec in hoc adhibetur, ut cum aliqua oblectatione consumatur dies, ut dematur otio nausia: animum format et fabricat, vitam disponit, actiones regit, agenda et omittenda demonstrat, sedet ad gubernaculum et per ancipitia fluctuantium derigit cursum. Sine hac nemo intrepide potest vivere, nemo secure; innumerabilia accidunt singulis horis quae consilium exigant, quod ab hac petendum est. [4] Dicet aliquis, 'quid mihi prodest philosophia, si fatum est? quid prodest, si deus rector est? quid prodest, si casus imperat? Nam et mutari certa non possunt et nihil praeparari potest adversus incerta, sed aut consilium meum occupavit deus decrevitque quid facerem, aut consilio meo nihil fortuna permittit.' [5] Quidquid est ex his, Lucili, vel si omnia haec sunt, philosophandum est; sive nos inexorabili lege fata constringunt, sive arbiter deus universi cuncta disposuit, sive casus res humanas sine ordine impellit et iactat, philosophia nos tueri debet. Haec adhortabitur ut deo libenter pareamus, ut fortunae contumaciter; haec docebit ut deum sequaris, feras casum. [6] Sed non est nunc in hanc disputationem transeundum, quid sit iuris nostri si providentia in imperio est, aut si fatorum series illigatos trahit, aut si repentina ac subita dominantur: illo nunc revertor, ut te moneam et exhorter ne patiaris impetum animi tui delabi et refrigescere. Contine illum et constitue, ut habitus animi fiat quod est impetus.
[7] Iam ab initio, si te bene novi, circumspicies quid haec epistula munusculi attulerit: excute illam, et invenies. Non est quod mireris animum meum: adhuc de alieno liberalis sum. Quare autem alienum dixi ? quidquid bene dictum est ab ullo meum est. Istuc quoque ab Epicuro dictum est: 'si ad naturam vives, numquam eris pauper; si ad opiniones, numquam eris dives'. [8] Exiguum natura desiderat, opinio immensum. Congeratur in te quidquid multi locupletes possederant; ultra privatum pecuniae modum fortuna te provehat, auro tegat, purpura vestiat, eo deliciarum opumque perducat ut terram marmoribus abscondas; non tantum habere tibi liceat sed calcare divitias; accedant statuae et picturae et quidquid ars ulla luxuriae elaboravit: maiora cupere ab his disces. [9] Naturalia desideria finita sunt: ex falsa opinione nascentia ubi desinant non habent; nullus enim terminus falso est. Via eunti aliquid extremum est: error immensus est. Retrahe ergo te a vanis, et cum voles scire quod petes, utrum naturalem habeat an caecam cupiditatem, considera num possit alicubi consistere: si longe progresso semper aliquid longius restat, scito id naturale non esse. Vale.