In the year a.u.c. 708, and the sixty-second year of Cicero’s age, his
daughter, Tullia, died in childbed; and her loss afflicted Cicero to
such a degree that he abandoned all public business, and, leaving the
city, retired to Asterra, which was a country house that he had near
Antium; where, after a while, he devoted himself to philosophical
studies, and, besides other works, he published his Treatise de Finibus,
and also this treatise called the Tusculan Disputations, of which
Middleton gives this concise description:
“The first book teaches us how to contemn the terrors of death, and to
look upon it as a blessing rather than an evil;
“The second, to support pain and affliction with a manly fortitude;
“The third, to appease all our complaints and uneasinesses under the
accidents of life;
“The fourth, to moderate all our other passions;
“And the fifth explains the sufficiency of virtue to make men happy.”
It was his custom in the opportunities of his leisure to take some
friends with him into the country, where, instead of amusing themselves
with idle sports or feasts, their diversions were wholly speculative,
tending to improve the mind and enlarge the understanding. In this
manner he now spent five days at his Tusculan villa in discussing with
his friends the several questions just mentioned. For, after employing
the mornings in declaiming and rhetorical exercises, they used to retire
in the afternoon 8into a gallery, called the Academy, which he had built
for the purpose of philosophical conferences, where, after the manner of
the Greeks, he held a school, as they called it, and invited the company
to call for any subject that they desired to hear explained, which being
proposed accordingly by some of the audience became immediately the
argument of that day’s debate. These five conferences, or dialogues, he
collected afterward into writing in the very words and manner in which
they really passed; and published them under the title of his Tusculan
Disputations, from the name of the villa in which they were held.
I. At a time when I had entirely, or to a great degree, released myself
from my labors as an advocate, and from my duties as a senator, I had
recourse again, Brutus, principally by your advice, to those studies
which never had been out of my mind, although neglected at times, and
which after a long interval I resumed; and now, since the principles and
rules of all arts which relate to living well depend on the study of
wisdom, which is called philosophy, I have thought it an employment
worthy of me to illustrate them in the Latin tongue, not because
philosophy could not be understood in the Greek language, or by the
teaching of Greek masters; but it has always been my opinion that our
countrymen have, in some instances, made wiser discoveries than the
Greeks, with reference to those subjects which they have considered
worthy of devoting their attention to, and in others have improved upon
their discoveries, so that in one way or other we surpass them on every
point; for, with regard to the manners and habits of private life, and
family and domestic affairs, we certainly manage them with more
elegance, and better than they did; and as to our republic, that our
ancestors have, beyond all dispute, formed on better customs and laws.
What shall I say of our military affairs; in which our ancestors have
been most eminent in valor, and still more so 9in discipline? As to
those things which are attained not by study, but nature, neither
Greece, nor any nation, is comparable to us; for what people has
displayed such gravity, such steadiness, such greatness of soul,
probity, faith—such distinguished virtue of every kind, as to be equal
to our ancestors. In learning, indeed, and all kinds of literature,
Greece did excel us, and it was easy to do so where there was no
competition; for while among the Greeks the poets were the most ancient
species of learned men—since Homer and Hesiod lived before the
foundation of Rome, and Archilochus1 was a contemporary of Romulus—we
received poetry much later. For it was about five hundred and ten years
after the building of Rome before Livius2 published a play in the
consulship of C. Claudius, the son of Cæcus, and M. Tuditanus, a year
before the birth of Ennius, who was older than Plautus and Nævius.
II. It was, therefore, late before poets were either known or received
among us; though we find in Cato de Originibus that the guests used, at
their entertainments, to sing the praises of famous men to the sound of
the flute; but a speech of Cato’s shows this kind of poetry to have been
in no great esteem, as he censures Marcus Nobilior for carrying poets
with him into his province; for that consul, as we know, carried Ennius
with him into Ætolia. Therefore the less esteem poets were in, the less
were 10those studies pursued; though even then those who did display the
greatest abilities that way were not very inferior to the Greeks. Do we
imagine that if it had been considered commendable in Fabius,3 a man
of the highest rank, to paint, we should not have had many Polycleti and
Parrhasii? Honor nourishes art, and glory is the spur with all to
studies; while those studies are always neglected in every nation which
are looked upon disparagingly. The Greeks held skill in vocal and
instrumental music as a very important accomplishment, and therefore it
is recorded of Epaminondas, who, in my opinion, was the greatest man
among the Greeks, that he played excellently on the flute; and
Themistocles, some years before, was deemed ignorant because at an
entertainment he declined the lyre when it was offered to him. For this
reason musicians flourished in Greece; music was a general study; and
whoever was unacquainted with it was not considered as fully instructed
in learning. Geometry was in high esteem with them, therefore none were
more honorable than mathematicians. But we have confined this art to
bare measuring and calculating.
III. But, on the contrary, we early entertained an esteem for the
orator; though he was not at first a man of learning, but only quick at
speaking: in subsequent times he became learned; for it is reported that
Galba, Africanus, and Lælius were men of learning; and that even Cato,
who preceded them in point of time, was a studious man: then succeeded
the Lepidi, Carbo, and Gracchi, and so many great orators after them,
down to our own times, that we were very little, if at all, inferior to
the Greeks. Philosophy has been at a low ebb even to this present time,
and has had no assistance from our own language, and so now I have
undertaken to raise and illustrate it, in order that, as I have been of
service to my countrymen, when employed on public affairs, I may, if
possible, be so likewise in my retirement; and in this I must take the
more pains, because there are already many books in the 11Latin language
which are said to be written inaccurately, having been composed by
excellent men, only not of sufficient learning; for, indeed, it is
possible that a man may think well, and yet not be able to express his
thoughts elegantly; but for any one to publish thoughts which he can
neither arrange skilfully nor illustrate so as to entertain his reader,
is an unpardonable abuse of letters and retirement: they, therefore,
read their books to one another, and no one ever takes them up but those
who wish to have the same license for careless writing allowed to
themselves. Wherefore, if oratory has acquired any reputation from my
industry, I shall take the more pains to open the fountains of
philosophy, from which all my eloquence has taken its rise.
IV. But, as Aristotle,4 a man of the greatest genius, and of the most
various knowledge, being excited by the glory of the rhetorician
Isocrates,5 commenced teaching young men to speak, and joined
philosophy with eloquence: so it is my design not to lay aside my former
study of oratory, and yet to employ myself at the same time in this
greater and more fruitful art; for I have always thought that to be able
to speak copiously and elegantly on the most important questions was the
most perfect philosophy. And I have so diligently applied myself to this
pursuit, that I have already ventured to have a school like the Greeks.
And lately when you left us, having many of my friends about me, I
attempted at my Tusculan villa what I could do in that way; for as I
formerly used to practise declaiming, which nobody continued longer than
myself, so this is now to be the declamation of my old age. I desired
any one to propose a question which he wished to have discussed, and
then I argued that point either sitting or walking; and so I have
compiled the scholæ, as the Greeks call them, of five days, in as many
books. We proceeded in this manner: when he who had proposed the subject
for discussion had said what he thought proper, I 12spoke against him;
for this is, you know, the old and Socratic method of arguing against
another’s opinion; for Socrates thought that thus the truth would more
easily be arrived at. But to give you a better notion of our
disputations, I will not barely send you an account of them, but
represent them to you as they were carried on; therefore let the
introduction be thus:
V. A. To me death seems to be an evil.
M. What, to those who are already dead? or to those who must die?
A. To both.
M. It is a misery, then, because an evil?
A. Certainly.
M. Then those who have already died, and those who have still got to
die, are both miserable?
A. So it appears to me.
M. Then all are miserable?
A. Every one.
M. And, indeed, if you wish to be consistent, all that are already
born, or ever shall be, are not only miserable, but always will be so;
for should you maintain those only to be miserable, you would not except
any one living, for all must die; but there should be an end of misery
in death. But seeing that the dead are miserable, we are born to eternal
misery, for they must of consequence be miserable who died a hundred
thousand years ago; or rather, all that have ever been born.
A. So, indeed, I think.
M. Tell me, I beseech you, are you afraid of the three-headed Cerberus
in the shades below, and the roaring waves of Cocytus, and the passage
over Acheron, and Tantalus expiring with thirst, while the water touches
his chin; and Sisyphus,
Who sweats with arduous toil in vain
The steepy summit of the mount to gain?
Perhaps, too, you dread the inexorable judges, Minos and Rhadamanthus;
before whom neither L. Crassus nor M. Antonius can defend you; and
where, since the cause lies before Grecian judges, you will not even be
able to employ Demosthenes; but you must plead for yourself before a
13very great assembly. These things perhaps you dread, and therefore look
on death as an eternal evil.
VI. A. Do you take me to be so imbecile as to give credit to such
things?
M. What, do you not believe them?
A. Not in the least.
M. I am sorry to hear that.
A. Why, I beg?
M. Because I could have been very eloquent in speaking against them.
A. And who could not on such a subject? or what trouble is it to
refute these monstrous inventions of the poets and painters?6
M. And yet you have books of philosophers full of arguments against
these.
A. A great waste of time, truly! for who is so weak as to be concerned
about them?
M. If, then, there is no one miserable in the infernal regions, there
can be no one there at all.
A. I am altogether of that opinion.
M. Where, then, are those you call miserable? or what place do they
inhabit? For, if they exist at all, they must be somewhere.
A. I, indeed, am of opinion that they are nowhere.
M. Then they have no existence at all.
A. Even so, and yet they are miserable for this very reason, that they
have no existence.
M. I had rather now have you afraid of Cerberus than speak thus
inaccurately.
A. In what respect?
M. Because you admit him to exist whose existence you deny with the
same breath. Where now is your sagacity? When you say any one is
miserable, you say that he who does not exist, does exist.
A. I am not so absurd as to say that.
14M. What is it that you do say, then?
A. I say, for instance, that Marcus Crassus is miserable in being
deprived of such great riches as his by death; that Cn. Pompey is
miserable in being taken from such glory and honor; and, in short, that
all are miserable who are deprived of this light of life.
M. You have returned to the same point, for to be miserable implies an
existence; but you just now denied that the dead had any existence: if,
then, they have not, they can be nothing; and if so, they are not even
miserable.
A. Perhaps I do not express what I mean, for I look upon this very
circumstance, not to exist after having existed, to be very miserable.
M. What, more so than not to have existed at all? Therefore, those who
are not yet born are miserable because they are not; and we ourselves,
if we are to be miserable after death, were miserable before we were
born: but I do not remember that I was miserable before I was born; and
I should be glad to know, if your memory is better, what you recollect
of yourself before you were born.
VII. A. You are pleasant: as if I had said that those men are
miserable who are not born, and not that they are so who are dead.
M. You say, then, that they are so?
A. Yes; I say that because they no longer exist after having existed
they are miserable.
M. You do not perceive that you are asserting contradictions; for what
is a greater contradiction, than that that should be not only miserable,
but should have any existence at all, which does not exist? When you go
out at the Capene gate and see the tombs of the Calatini, the Scipios,
Servilii, and Metelli, do you look on them as miserable?
A. Because you press me with a word, henceforward I will not say they
are miserable absolutely, but miserable on this account, because they
have no existence.
M. You do not say, then, “M. Crassus is miserable,” but only
“Miserable M. Crassus.”
A. Exactly so.
M. As if it did not follow that whatever you speak of 15in that manner
either is or is not. Are you not acquainted with the first principles of
logic? For this is the first thing they lay down, Whatever is asserted
(for that is the best way that occurs to me, at the moment, of rendering
the Greek term ἀξίωμα; if I can think of a more accurate expression
hereafter, I will use it), is asserted as being either true or false.
When, therefore, you say, “Miserable M. Crassus,” you either say this,
“M. Crassus is miserable,” so that some judgment may be made whether it
is true or false, or you say nothing at all.
A. Well, then, I now own that the dead are not miserable, since you
have drawn from me a concession that they who do not exist at all can
not be miserable. What then? We that are alive, are we not wretched,
seeing we must die? for what is there agreeable in life, when we must
night and day reflect that, at some time or other, we must die?
VIII. M. Do you not, then, perceive how great is the evil from which
you have delivered human nature?
A. By what means?
M. Because, if to die were miserable to the dead, to live would be a
kind of infinite and eternal misery. Now, however, I see a goal, and
when I have reached it, there is nothing more to be feared; but you seem
to me to follow the opinion of Epicharmus,7 a man of some discernment,
and sharp enough for a Sicilian.
A. What opinion? for I do not recollect it.
M. I will tell you if I can in Latin; for you know I am no more used
to bring in Latin sentences in a Greek discourse than Greek in a Latin
one.
A. And that is right enough. But what is that opinion of Epicharmus?
M.
I would not die, but yet
Am not concerned that I shall be dead.
A. I now recollect the Greek; but since you have 16obliged me to grant
that the dead are not miserable, proceed to convince me that it is not
miserable to be under a necessity of dying.
M. That is easy enough; but I have greater things in hand.
A. How comes that to be so easy? And what are those things of more
consequence?
M. Thus: because, if there is no evil after death, then even death
itself can be none; for that which immediately succeeds that is a state
where you grant that there is no evil: so that even to be obliged to die
can be no evil, for that is only the being obliged to arrive at a place
where we allow that no evil is.
A. I beg you will be more explicit on this point, for these subtle
arguments force me sooner to admissions than to conviction. But what are
those more important things about which you say that you are occupied?
M. To teach you, if I can, that death is not only no evil, but a good.
A. I do not insist on that, but should be glad to hear you argue it,
for even though you should not prove your point, yet you will prove that
death is no evil. But I will not interrupt you; I would rather hear a
continued discourse.
M. What, if I should ask you a question, would you not answer?
A. That would look like pride; but I would rather you should not ask
but where necessity requires.
IX. M. I will comply with your wishes, and explain as well as I can
what you require; but not with any idea that, like the Pythian Apollo,
what I say must needs be certain and indisputable, but as a mere man,
endeavoring to arrive at probabilities by conjecture, for I have no
ground to proceed further on than probability. Those men may call their
statements indisputable who assert that what they say can be perceived
by the senses, and who proclaim themselves philosophers by profession.
A. Do as you please: We are ready to hear you.
M. The first thing, then, is to inquire what death, which seems to be
so well understood, really is; for some imagine death to be the
departure of the soul from the body; 17others think that there is no such
departure, but that soul and body perish together, and that the soul is
extinguished with the body. Of those who think that the soul does depart
from the body, some believe in its immediate dissolution; others fancy
that it continues to exist for a time; and others believe that it lasts
forever. There is great dispute even what the soul is, where it is, and
whence it is derived: with some, the heart itself (cor) seems to be
the soul, hence the expressions, excordes, vecordes, concordes; and that
prudent Nasica, who was twice consul, was called Corculus, i.e.,
wise-heart; and Ælius Sextus is described as Egregie cordatus homo,
catus Æliu’ Sextus—that great wise-hearted man, sage Ælius.
Empedocles imagines the blood, which is suffused over the heart, to be
the soul; to others, a certain part of the brain seems to be the throne
of the soul; others neither allow the heart itself, nor any portion of
the brain, to be the soul, but think either that the heart is the seat
and abode of the soul, or else that the brain is so. Some would have the
soul, or spirit, to be the anima, as our schools generally agree; and
indeed the name signifies as much, for we use the expressions animam
agere, to live; animam efflare, to expire; animosi, men of spirit;
bene animati, men of right feeling; exanimi sententia, according to
our real opinion; and the very word animus is derived from anima.
Again, the soul seems to Zeno the Stoic to be fire.
X. But what I have said as to the heart, the blood, the brain, air, or
fire being the soul, are common opinions: the others are only
entertained by individuals; and, indeed, there were many among the
ancients who held singular opinions on this subject, of whom the latest
was Aristoxenus, a man who was both a musician and a philosopher. He
maintained a certain straining of the body, like what is called harmony
in music, to be the soul, and believed that, from the figure and nature
of the whole body, various motions are excited, as sounds are from an
instrument. He adhered steadily to his system, and yet he said
something, the nature of which, whatever it was, had been detailed and
explained a great while before by Plato. Xenocrates denied that the soul
had any figure, or anything like a body; but said it was a number, the
power of which, as 18Pythagoras had fancied, some ages before, was the
greatest in nature: his master, Plato, imagined a threefold soul, a
dominant portion of which—that is to say, reason—he had lodged in the
head, as in a tower; and the other two parts—namely, anger and
desire—he made subservient to this one, and allotted them distinct
abodes, placing anger in the breast, and desire under the præcordia. But
Dicæarchus, in that discourse of some learned disputants, held at
Corinth, which he details to us in three books—in the first book
introduces many speakers; and in the other two he introduces a certain
Pherecrates, an old man of Phthia, who, as he said, was descended from
Deucalion; asserting, that there is in fact no such thing at all as a
soul, but that it is a name without a meaning; and that it is idle to
use the expression “animals,” or “animated beings;” that neither men nor
beasts have minds or souls, but that all that power by which we act or
perceive is equally infused into every living creature, and is
inseparable from the body, for if it were not, it would be nothing; nor
is there anything whatever really existing except body, which is a
single and simple thing, so fashioned as to live and have its sensations
in consequence of the regulations of nature. Aristotle, a man superior
to all others, both in genius and industry (I always except Plato),
after having embraced these four known sorts of principles, from which
all things deduce their origin, imagines that there is a certain fifth
nature, from whence comes the soul; for to think, to foresee, to learn,
to teach, to invent anything, and many other attributes of the same
kind, such as to remember, to love, to hate, to desire, to fear, to be
pleased or displeased—these, and others like them, exist, he thinks, in
none of those first four kinds: on such account he adds a fifth kind,
which has no name, and so by a new name he calls the soul ἐνδελέχεια, as
if it were a certain continued and perpetual motion.
XI. If I have not forgotten anything unintentionally, these are the
principal opinions concerning the soul. I have omitted Democritus, a
very great man indeed, but one who deduces the soul from the fortuitous
concourse of small, light, and round substances; for, if you believe men
of his school, there is nothing which a crowd of atoms 19cannot effect.
Which of these opinions is true, some God must determine. It is an
important question for us, Which has the most appearance of truth? Shall
we, then, prefer determining between them, or shall we return to our
subject?
A. I could wish both, if possible; but it is difficult to mix them:
therefore, if without a discussion of them we can get rid of the fears
of death, let us proceed to do so; but if this is not to be done without
explaining the question about souls, let us have that now, and the other
at another time.
M. I take that plan to be the best, which I perceive you are inclined
to; for reason will demonstrate that, whichever of the opinions which I
have stated is true, it must follow, then, that death cannot be an evil;
or that it must rather be something desirable; for if either the heart,
or the blood, or the brain, is the soul, then certainly the soul, being
corporeal, must perish with the rest of the body; if it is air, it will
perhaps be dissolved; if it is fire, it will be extinguished; if it is
Aristoxenus’s harmony, it will be put out of tune. What shall I say of
Dicæarchus, who denies that there is any soul? In all these opinions,
there is nothing to affect any one after death; for all feeling is lost
with life, and where there is no sensation, nothing can interfere to
affect us. The opinions of others do indeed bring us hope; if it is any
pleasure to you to think that souls, after they leave the body, may go
to heaven as to a permanent home.
A. I have great pleasure in that thought, and it is what I most
desire; and even if it should not be so, I should still be very willing
to believe it.
M. What occasion have you, then, for my assistance? Am I superior to
Plato in eloquence? Turn over carefully his book that treats of the
soul; you will have there all that you can want.
A. I have, indeed, done that, and often; but, I know not how it comes
to pass, I agree with it while I am reading it; but when I have laid
down the book, and begin to reflect with myself on the immortality of
the soul, all that agreement vanishes.
M. How comes that? Do you admit this—that souls 20either exist after
death, or else that they also perish at the moment of death?
A. I agree to that. And if they do exist, I admit that they are happy;
but if they perish, I cannot suppose them to be unhappy, because, in
fact, they have no existence at all. You drove me to that concession but
just now.
M. How, then, can you, or why do you, assert that you think that death
is an evil, when it either makes us happy, in the case of the soul
continuing to exist, or, at all events, not unhappy, in the case of our
becoming destitute of all sensation?
XII. A. Explain, therefore, if it is not troublesome to you, first, if
you can, that souls do exist after death; secondly, should you fail in
that (and it is a very difficult thing to establish), that death is free
from all evil; for I am not without my fears that this itself is an
evil: I do not mean the immediate deprivation of sense, but the fact
that we shall hereafter suffer deprivation.
M. I have the best authority in support of the opinion you desire to
have established, which ought, and generally has, great weight in all
cases. And, first, I have all antiquity on that side, which the more
near it is to its origin and divine descent, the more clearly, perhaps,
on that account, did it discern the truth in these matters. This very
doctrine, then, was adopted by all those ancients whom Ennius calls in
the Sabine tongue Casci; namely, that in death there was a sensation,
and that, when men departed this life, they were not so entirely
destroyed as to perish absolutely. And this may appear from many other
circumstances, and especially from the pontifical rites and funeral
obsequies, which men of the greatest genius would not have been so
solicitous about, and would not have guarded from any injury by such
severe laws, but from a firm persuasion that death was not so entire a
destruction as wholly to abolish and destroy everything, but rather a
kind of transmigration, as it were, and change of life, which was, in
the case of illustrious men and women, usually a guide to heaven, while
in that of others it was still confined to the earth, but in such a
manner as still to exist. From this, and the sentiments of the Romans,
In heaven Romulus with Gods now lives,
21as Ennius saith, agreeing with the common belief; hence, too, Hercules
is considered so great and propitious a God among the Greeks, and from
them he was introduced among us, and his worship has extended even to
the very ocean itself. This is how it was that Bacchus was deified, the
offspring of Semele; and from the same illustrious fame we receive
Castor and Pollux as Gods, who are reported not only to have helped the
Romans to victory in their battles, but to have been the messengers of
their success. What shall we say of Ino, the daughter of Cadmus? Is she
not called Leucothea by the Greeks, and Matuta by us? Nay, more; is not
the whole of heaven (not to dwell on particulars) almost filled with the
offspring of men?
Should I attempt to search into antiquity, and produce from thence what
the Greek writers have asserted, it would appear that even those who are
called their principal Gods were taken from among men up into heaven.
XIII. Examine the sepulchres of those which are shown in Greece;
recollect, for you have been initiated, what lessons are taught in the
mysteries; then will you perceive how extensive this doctrine is. But
they who were not acquainted with natural philosophy (for it did not
begin to be in vogue till many years later) had no higher belief than
what natural reason could give them; they were not acquainted with the
principles and causes of things; they were often induced by certain
visions, and those generally in the night, to think that those men who
had departed from this life were still alive. And this may further be
brought as an irrefragable argument for us to believe that there are
Gods—that there never was any nation so barbarous, nor any people in
the world so savage, as to be without some notion of Gods. Many have
wrong notions of the Gods, for that is the nature and ordinary
consequence of bad customs, yet all allow that there is a certain divine
nature and energy. Nor does this proceed from the conversation of men,
or the agreement of philosophers; it is not an opinion established by
institutions or by laws; but, no doubt, in every case the consent of all
nations is to be looked on as a law of nature. Who is there, then, that
does not lament the loss of his friends, principally from 22imagining
them deprived of the conveniences of life? Take away this opinion, and
you remove with it all grief; for no one is afflicted merely on account
of a loss sustained by himself. Perhaps we may be sorry, and grieve a
little; but that bitter lamentation and those mournful tears have their
origin in our apprehensions that he whom we loved is deprived of all the
advantages of life, and is sensible of his loss. And we are led to this
opinion by nature, without any arguments or any instruction.
XIV. But the greatest proof of all is, that nature herself gives a
silent judgment in favor of the immortality of the soul, inasmuch as all
are anxious, and that to a great degree, about the things which concern
futurity:
One plants what future ages shall enjoy,
as Statius saith in his Synephebi. What is his object in doing so,
except that he is interested in posterity? Shall the industrious
husbandman, then, plant trees the fruit of which he shall never see? And
shall not the great man found laws, institutions, and a republic? What
does the procreation of children imply, and our care to continue our
names, and our adoptions, and our scrupulous exactness in drawing up
wills, and the inscriptions on monuments, and panegyrics, but that our
thoughts run on futurity? There is no doubt but a judgment may be formed
of nature in general, from looking at each nature in its most perfect
specimens; and what is a more perfect specimen of a man than those are
who look on themselves as born for the assistance, the protection, and
the preservation of others? Hercules has gone to heaven; he never would
have gone thither had he not, while among men, made that road for
himself. These things are of old date, and have, besides, the sanction
of universal religion.
XV. What will you say? What do you imagine that so many and such great
men of our republic, who have sacrificed their lives for its good,
expected? Do you believe that they thought that their names should not
continue beyond their lives? None ever encountered death for their
country but under a firm persuasion of immortality! Themistocles might
have lived at his ease; so might Epaminondas; and, not to look abroad
and among the ancients 23for instances, so might I myself. But, somehow
or other there clings to our minds a certain presage of future ages; and
this both exists most firmly, and appears most clearly, in men of the
loftiest genius and greatest souls. Take away this, and who would be so
mad as to spend his life amidst toils and dangers? I speak of those in
power. What are the poet’s views but to be ennobled after death? What
else is the object of these lines,
Behold old Ennius here, who erst
Thy fathers’ great exploits rehearsed?
He is challenging the reward of glory from those men whose ancestors he
himself had ennobled by his poetry. And in the same spirit he says, in
another passage,
Let none with tears my funeral grace, for I
Claim from my works an immortality.
Why do I mention poets? The very mechanics are desirous of fame after
death. Why did Phidias include a likeness of himself in the shield of
Minerva, when he was not allowed to inscribe his name on it? What do our
philosophers think on the subject? Do not they put their names to those
very books which they write on the contempt of glory? If, then,
universal consent is the voice of nature, and if it is the general
opinion everywhere that those who have quitted this life are still
interested in something, we also must subscribe to that opinion. And if
we think that men of the greatest abilities and virtues see most clearly
into the power of nature, because they themselves are her most perfect
work, it is very probable that, as every great man is especially anxious
to benefit posterity, there is something of which he himself will be
sensible after death.
XVI. But as we are led by nature to think there are Gods, and as we
discover, by reason, of what description they are, so, by the consent of
all nations, we are induced to believe that our souls survive; but where
their habitation is, and of what character they eventually are, must be
learned from reason. The want of any certain reason on which to argue
has given rise to the idea of the shades below, and to those fears which
you seem, not without 24reason, to despise; for as our bodies fall to the
ground, and are covered with earth (humus), from whence we derive the
expression to be interred (humari), that has occasioned men to imagine
that the dead continue, during the remainder of their existence, under
ground; which opinion has drawn after it many errors, which the poets
have increased; for the theatre, being frequented by a large crowd,
among which are women and children, is wont to be greatly affected on
hearing such pompous verses as these,
Lo! here I am, who scarce could gain this place,
Through stony mountains and a dreary waste;
Through cliffs, whose sharpen’d stones tremendous hung,
Where dreadful darkness spread itself around.
And the error prevailed so much, though indeed at present it seems to me
to be removed, that although men knew that the bodies of the dead had
been burned, yet they conceived such things to be done in the infernal
regions as could not be executed or imagined without a body; for they
could not conceive how disembodied souls could exist; and, therefore,
they looked out for some shape or figure. This was the origin of all
that account of the dead in Homer. This was the idea that caused my
friend Appius to frame his Necromancy; and this is how there got about
that idea of the lake of Avernus, in my neighborhood,
From whence the souls of undistinguish’d shape,
Clad in thick shade, rush from the open gate
Of Acheron, vain phantoms of the dead.
And they must needs have these appearances speak, which is not possible
without a tongue, and a palate, and jaws, and without the help of lungs
and sides, and without some shape or figure; for they could see nothing
by their mind alone—they referred all to their eyes. To withdraw the
mind from sensual objects, and abstract our thoughts from what we are
accustomed to, is an attribute of great genius. I am persuaded, indeed,
that there were many such men in former ages; but Pherecydes8 the
Syrian is the 25first on record who said that the souls of men were
immortal, and he was a philosopher of great antiquity, in the reign of
my namesake Tullius. His disciple Pythagoras greatly confirmed this
opinion, who came into Italy in the reign of Tarquin the Proud; and all
that country which is called Great Greece was occupied by his school,
and he himself was held in high honor, and had the greatest authority;
and the Pythagorean sect was for many ages after in such great credit,
that all learning was believed to be confined to that name.
XVII. But I return to the ancients. They scarcely ever gave any reason
for their opinion but what could be explained by numbers or definitions.
It is reported of Plato that he came into Italy to make himself
acquainted with the Pythagoreans; and that when there, among others, he
made an acquaintance with Archytas9 and Timæus,10 and learned from
them all the tenets of the Pythagoreans; and that he not only was of the
same opinion with Pythagoras concerning the immortality of the soul, but
that he also brought reasons in support of it; which, if you have
nothing to say against it, I will pass over, and say no more at present
about all this hope of immortality.
A. What, will you leave me when you have raised my expectations so
high? I had rather, so help me Hercules! be mistaken with Plato, whom I
know how much you esteem, and whom I admire myself, from what you say of
him, than be in the right with those others.
26M. I commend you; for, indeed, I could myself willingly be mistaken
in his company. Do we, then, doubt, as we do in other cases (though I
think here is very little room for doubt in this case, for the
mathematicians prove the facts to us), that the earth is placed in the
midst of the world, being, as it were, a sort of point, which they call
a κέντρον, surrounded by the whole heavens; and that such is the nature
of the four principles which are the generating causes of all things,
that they have equally divided among them the constituents of all
bodies; moreover, that earthy and humid bodies are carried at equal
angles by their own weight and ponderosity into the earth and sea; that
the other two parts consist, one of fire, and the other of air? As the
two former are carried by their gravity and weight into the middle
region of the world, so these, on the other hand, ascend by right lines
into the celestial regions, either because, owing to their intrinsic
nature, they are always endeavoring to reach the highest place, or else
because lighter bodies are naturally repelled by heavier; and as this is
notoriously the case, it must evidently follow that souls, when once
they have departed from the body, whether they are animal (by which term
I mean capable of breathing) or of the nature of fire, must mount
upward. But if the soul is some number, as some people assert, speaking
with more subtlety than clearness, or if it is that fifth nature, for
which it would be more correct to say that we have not given a name to
than that we do not correctly understand it—still it is too pure and
perfect not to go to a great distance from the earth. Something of this
sort, then, we must believe the soul to be, that we may not commit the
folly of thinking that so active a principle lies immerged in the heart
or brain; or, as Empedocles would have it, in the blood.
XVIII. We will pass over Dicæarchus,11 with his contemporary and
fellow-disciple Aristoxenus,12 both indeed 27men of learning. One of
them seems never even to have been affected with grief, as he could not
perceive that he had a soul; while the other is so pleased with his
musical compositions that he endeavors to show an analogy betwixt them
and souls. Now, we may understand harmony to arise from the intervals of
sounds, whose various compositions occasion many harmonies; but I do not
see how a disposition of members, and the figure of a body without a
soul, can occasion harmony. He had better, learned as he is, leave these
speculations to his master Aristotle, and follow his own trade as a
musician. Good advice is given him in that Greek proverb,
Apply your talents where you best are skill’d.
I will have nothing at all to do with that fortuitous concourse of
individual light and round bodies, notwithstanding Democritus insists on
their being warm and having breath, that is to say, life. But this soul,
which is compounded of either of the four principles from which we
assert that all things are derived, is of inflamed air, as seems
particularly to have been the opinion of Panætius, and must necessarily
mount upward; for air and fire have no tendency downward, but always
ascend; so should they be dissipated that must be at some distance from
the earth; but should they remain, and preserve their original state, it
is clearer still that they must be carried heavenward, and this gross
and concrete air, which is nearest the earth, must be divided and broken
by them; for the soul is warmer, or rather hotter, than that air, which
I just now called gross and concrete: and this may be made evident from
this consideration—that our bodies, being compounded of the earthy
class of principles, grow warm by the heat of the soul.
XIX. We may add, that the soul can the more easily escape from this air,
which I have often named, and break 28through it, because nothing is
swifter than the soul; no swiftness is comparable to the swiftness of
the soul, which, should it remain uncorrupt and without alteration, must
necessarily be carried on with such velocity as to penetrate and divide
all this atmosphere, where clouds, and rain, and winds are formed,
which, in consequence of the exhalations from the earth, is moist and
dark: but, when the soul has once got above this region, and falls in
with, and recognizes, a nature like its own, it then rests upon fires
composed of a combination of thin air and a moderate solar heat, and
does not aim at any higher flight; for then, after it has attained a
lightness and heat resembling its own, it moves no more, but remains
steady, being balanced, as it were, between two equal weights. That,
then, is its natural seat where it has penetrated to something like
itself, and where, wanting nothing further, it may be supported and
maintained by the same aliment which nourishes and maintains the stars.
Now, as we are usually incited to all sorts of desires by the stimulus
of the body, and the more so as we endeavor to rival those who are in
possession of what we long for, we shall certainly be happy when, being
emancipated from that body, we at the same time get rid of these desires
and this rivalry. And that which we do at present, when, dismissing all
other cares, we curiously examine and look into anything, we shall then
do with greater freedom; and we shall employ ourselves entirely in the
contemplation and examination of things; because there is naturally in
our minds a certain insatiable desire to know the truth, and the very
region itself where we shall arrive, as it gives us a more intuitive and
easy knowledge of celestial things, will raise our desires after
knowledge. For it was this beauty of the heavens, as seen even here upon
earth, which gave birth to that national and hereditary philosophy (as
Theophrastus calls it), which was thus excited to a desire of knowledge.
But those persons will in a most especial degree enjoy this philosophy,
who, while they were only inhabitants of this world and enveloped in
darkness, were still desirous of looking into these things with the eye
of their mind.
XX. For if those men now think that they have attained 29something who
have seen the mouth of the Pontus, and those straits which were passed
by the ship called Argo, because,
From Argos she did chosen men convey,
Bound to fetch back the Golden Fleece, their prey;
or those who have seen the straits of the ocean,
Where the swift waves divide the neighboring shores
Of Europe, and of Afric;
what kind of sight do you imagine that will be when the whole earth is
laid open to our view? and that, too, not only in its position, form,
and boundaries, nor those parts of it only which are habitable, but
those also that lie uncultivated, through the extremities of heat and
cold to which they are exposed; for not even now is it with our eyes
that we view what we see, for the body itself has no senses; but (as the
naturalists, ay, and even the physicians assure us, who have opened our
bodies, and examined them) there are certain perforated channels from
the seat of the soul to the eyes, ears, and nose; so that frequently,
when either prevented by meditation, or the force of some bodily
disorder, we neither hear nor see, though our eyes and ears are open and
in good condition; so that we may easily apprehend that it is the soul
itself which sees and hears, and not those parts which are, as it were,
but windows to the soul, by means of which, however, she can perceive
nothing, unless she is on the spot, and exerts herself. How shall we
account for the fact that by the same power of thinking we comprehend
the most different things—as color, taste, heat, smell, and
sound—which the soul could never know by her five messengers, unless
every thing were referred to her, and she were the sole judge of all?
And we shall certainly discover these things in a more clear and perfect
degree when the soul is disengaged from the body, and has arrived at
that goal to which nature leads her; for at present, notwithstanding
nature has contrived, with the greatest skill, those channels which lead
from the body to the soul, yet are they, in some way or other, stopped
up with earthy and concrete bodies; but when we shall be nothing but
soul, then nothing will interfere 30to prevent our seeing everything in
its real substance and in its true character.
XXI. It is true, I might expatiate, did the subject require it, on the
many and various objects with which the soul will be entertained in
those heavenly regions; when I reflect on which, I am apt to wonder at
the boldness of some philosophers, who are so struck with admiration at
the knowledge of nature as to thank, in an exulting manner, the first
inventor and teacher of natural philosophy, and to reverence him as a
God; for they declare that they have been delivered by his means from
the greatest tyrants, a perpetual terror, and a fear that molested them
by night and day. What is this dread—this fear? What old woman is there
so weak as to fear these things, which you, forsooth, had you not been
acquainted with natural philosophy, would stand in awe of?
The hallow’d roofs of Acheron, the dread
Of Orcus, the pale regions of the dead.
And does it become a philosopher to boast that he is not afraid of these
things, and that he has discovered them to be false? And from this we
may perceive how acute these men were by nature, who, if they had been
left without any instruction, would have believed in these things. But
now they have certainly made a very fine acquisition in learning that
when the day of their death arrives, they will perish entirely. And if
that really is the case—for I say nothing either way—what is there
agreeable or glorious in it? Not that I see any reason why the opinion
of Pythagoras and Plato may not be true; but even although Plato were to
have assigned no reason for his opinion (observe how much I esteem the
man), the weight of his authority would have borne me down; but he has
brought so many reasons, that he appears to me to have endeavored to
convince others, and certainly to have convinced himself.
XXII. But there are many who labor on the other side of the question,
and condemn souls to death, as if they were criminals capitally
convicted; nor have they any other reason to allege why the immortality
of the soul appears to them to be incredible, except that they are not
31able to conceive what sort of thing the soul can be when disentangled
from the body; just as if they could really form a correct idea as to
what sort of thing it is, even when it is in the body; what its form,
and size, and abode are; so that were they able to have a full view of
all that is now hidden from them in a living body, they have no idea
whether the soul would be discernible by them, or whether it is of so
fine a texture that it would escape their sight. Let those consider
this, who say that they are unable to form any idea of the soul without
the body, and then they will see whether they can form any adequate idea
of what it is when it is in the body. For my own part, when I reflect on
the nature of the soul, it appears to me a far more perplexing and
obscure question to determine what is its character while it is in the
body—a place which, as it were, does not belong to it—than to imagine
what it is when it leaves it, and has arrived at the free æther, which
is, if I may so say, its proper, its own habitation. For unless we are
to say that we cannot apprehend the character or nature of anything
which we have never seen, we certainly may be able to form some notion
of God, and of the divine soul when released from the body. Dicæarchus,
indeed, and Aristoxenus, because it was hard to understand the existence
and substance and nature of the soul, asserted that there was no such
thing as a soul at all. It is, indeed, the most difficult thing
imaginable to discern the soul by the soul. And this, doubtless, is the
meaning of the precept of Apollo, which advises every one to know
himself. For I do not apprehend the meaning of the God to have been that
we should understand our members, our stature, and form; for we are not
merely bodies; nor, when I say these things to you, am I addressing
myself to your body: when, therefore, he says, “Know yourself,” he says
this, “Inform yourself of the nature of your soul;” for the body is but
a kind of vessel, or receptacle of the soul, and whatever your soul does
is your own act. To know the soul, then, unless it had been divine,
would not have been a precept of such excellent wisdom as to be
attributed to a God; but even though the soul should not know of what
nature itself is, will you say that it does not even perceive that 32it
exists at all, or that it has motion? On which is founded that reason
of Plato’s, which is explained by Socrates in the Phædrus, and inserted
by me, in my sixth book of the Republic.
XXIII. “That which is always moved is eternal; but that which gives
motion to something else, and is moved itself by some external cause,
when that motion ceases, must necessarily cease to exist. That,
therefore, alone, which is self-moved, because it is never forsaken by
itself, can never cease to be moved. Besides, it is the beginning and
principle of motion to everything else; but whatever is a principle has
no beginning, for all things arise from that principle, and it cannot
itself owe its rise to anything else; for then it would not be a
principle did it proceed from anything else. But if it has no beginning,
it never will have any end; for a principle which is once extinguished
cannot itself be restored by anything else, nor can it produce anything
else from itself; inasmuch as all things must necessarily arise from
some first cause. And thus it comes about that the first principle of
motion must arise from that thing which is itself moved by itself; and
that can neither have a beginning nor an end of its existence, for
otherwise the whole heaven and earth would be overset, and all nature
would stand still, and not be able to acquire any force by the impulse
of which it might be first set in motion. Seeing, then, that it is clear
that whatever moves itself is eternal, can there be any doubt that the
soul is so? For everything is inanimate which is moved by an external
force; but everything which is animate is moved by an interior force,
which also belongs to itself. For this is the peculiar nature and power
of the soul; and if the soul be the only thing in the whole world which
has the power of self-motion, then certainly it never had a beginning,
and therefore it is eternal.”
Now, should all the lower order of philosophers (for so I think they may
be called who dissent from Plato and Socrates and that school) unite
their force, they never would be able to explain anything so elegantly
as this, nor even to understand how ingeniously this conclusion is
drawn. The soul, then, perceives itself to have motion, 33and at the same
time that it gets that perception, it is sensible that it derives that
motion from its own power, and not from the agency of another; and it is
impossible that it should ever forsake itself. And these premises compel
you to allow its eternity, unless you have something to say against
them.
A. I should myself be very well pleased not to have even a thought
arise in my mind against them, so much am I inclined to that opinion.
XXIV. M. Well, then, I appeal to you, if the arguments which prove
that there is something divine in the souls of men are not equally
strong? But if I could account for the origin of these divine
properties, then I might also be able to explain how they might cease to
exist; for I think I can account for the manner in which the blood, and
bile, and phlegm, and bones, and nerves, and veins, and all the limbs,
and the shape of the whole body, were put together and made; ay, and
even as to the soul itself, were there nothing more in it than a
principle of life, then the life of a man might be put upon the same
footing as that of a vine or any other tree, and accounted for as caused
by nature; for these things, as we say, live. Besides, if desires and
aversions were all that belonged to the soul, it would have them only in
common with the beasts; but it has, in the first place, memory, and
that, too, so infinite as to recollect an absolute countless number of
circumstances, which Plato will have to be a recollection of a former
life; for in that book which is inscribed Menon, Socrates asks a child
some questions in geometry, with reference to measuring a square; his
answers are such as a child would make, and yet the questions are so
easy, that while answering them, one by one, he comes to the same point
as if he had learned geometry. From whence Socrates would infer that
learning is nothing more than recollection; and this topic he explains
more accurately in the discourse which he held the very day he died; for
he there asserts that, any one, who seeming to be entirely illiterate,
is yet able to answer a question well that is proposed to him, does in
so doing manifestly show that he is not learning it then, but
recollecting it by his memory. Nor is it to be accounted for in any
other way, how children 34come to have notions of so many and such
important things as are implanted, and, as it were, sealed up, in their
minds (which the Greeks call ἔννοιαι), unless the soul, before it
entered the body, had been well stored with knowledge. And as it had no
existence at all (for this is the invariable doctrine of Plato, who will
not admit anything to have a real existence which has a beginning and an
end, and who thinks that that alone does really exist which is of such a
character as what he calls εἴδεα, and we species), therefore, being shut
up in the body, it could not while in the body discover what it knows;
but it knew it before, and brought the knowledge with it, so that we are
no longer surprised at its extensive and multifarious knowledge. Nor
does the soul clearly discover its ideas at its first resort to this
abode to which it is so unaccustomed, and which is in so disturbed a
state; but after having refreshed and recollected itself, it then by its
memory recovers them; and, therefore, to learn implies nothing more than
to recollect. But I am in a particular manner surprised at memory. For
what is that faculty by which we remember? what is its force? what its
nature? I am not inquiring how great a memory Simonides13 may be said
to have had, or Theodectes,14 or that Cineas15 who was sent to Rome
as ambassador from Pyrrhus; or, in more modern times, Charmadas;16 or,
very lately, Metrodorus17 35the Scepsian, or our own contemporary
Hortensius18: I am speaking of ordinary memory, and especially of
those men who are employed in any important study or art, the great
capacity of whose minds it is hard to estimate, such numbers of things
do they remember.
XXV. Should you ask what this leads to, I think we may understand what
that power is, and whence we have it. It certainly proceeds neither from
the heart, nor from the blood, nor from the brain, nor from atoms;
whether it be air or fire, I know not, nor am I, as those men are,
ashamed, in cases where I am ignorant, to own that I am so. If in any
other obscure matter I were able to assert anything positively, then I
would swear that the soul, be it air or fire, is divine. Just think, I
beseech you: can you imagine this wonderful power of memory to be sown
in or to be a part of the composition of the earth, or of this dark and
gloomy atmosphere? Though you cannot apprehend what it is, yet you see
what kind of thing it is, or if you do not quite see that, yet you
certainly see how great it is. What, then? Shall we imagine that there
is a kind of measure in the soul, into which, as into a vessel, all that
we remember is poured? That indeed is absurd; for how shall we form any
idea of the bottom, or of the shape or fashion of such a soul as that?
And, again, how are we to conceive how much it is able to contain? Shall
we imagine the soul to receive impressions like wax, and memory to be
marks of the impressions made on the soul? What are the characters of
the words, what of the facts themselves? and what, again, is that
prodigious greatness which can give rise to impressions of so many
things? What, lastly, is that power which investigates secret things,
and is called invention and contrivance? Does that man seem to be
compounded of this earthly, mortal, and perishing nature who first
invented names for everything; 36which, if you will believe Pythagoras,
is the highest pitch of wisdom? or he who collected the dispersed
inhabitants of the world, and united them in the bonds of social life?
or he who confined the sounds of the voice, which used to seem infinite,
to the marks of a few letters? or he who first observed the courses of
the planets, their progressive motions, their laws? These were all great
men. But they were greater still who invented food, and raiment, and
houses; who introduced civilization among us, and armed us against the
wild beasts; by whom we were made sociable and polished, and so
proceeded from the necessaries of life to its embellishments. For we
have provided great entertainments for the ears by inventing and
modulating the variety and nature of sounds; we have learned to survey
the stars, not only those that are fixed, but also those which are
improperly called wandering; and the man who has acquainted himself with
all their revolutions and motions is fairly considered to have a soul
resembling the soul of that Being who has created those stars in the
heavens: for when Archimedes described in a sphere the motions of the
moon, sun, and five planets, he did the very same thing as Plato’s God,
in his Timæus, who made the world, causing one revolution to adjust
motions differing as much as possible in their slowness and velocity.
Now, allowing that what we see in the world could not be effected
without a God, Archimedes could not have imitated the same motions in
his sphere without a divine soul.
XXVI. To me, indeed, it appears that even those studies which are more
common and in greater esteem are not without some divine energy: so that
I do not consider that a poet can produce a serious and sublime poem
without some divine impulse working on his mind; nor do I think that
eloquence, abounding with sonorous words and fruitful sentences, can
flow thus without something beyond mere human power. But as to
philosophy, that is the parent of all the arts: what can we call that
but, as Plato says, a gift, or, as I express it, an invention, of the
Gods? This it was which first taught us the worship of the Gods; and
then led us on to justice, which arises from the human race being formed
into society; and after that 37it imbued us with modesty and elevation of
soul. This it was which dispersed darkness from our souls, as it is
dispelled from our eyes, enabling us to see all things that are above or
below, the beginning, end, and middle of everything. I am convinced
entirely that that which could effect so many and such great things must
be a divine power. For what is memory of words and circumstances? What,
too, is invention? Surely they are things than which nothing greater can
be conceived in a God! For I do not imagine the Gods to be delighted
with nectar and ambrosia, or with Juventas presenting them with a cup;
nor do I put any faith in Homer, who says that Ganymede was carried away
by the Gods on account of his beauty, in order to give Jupiter his wine.
Too weak reasons for doing Laomedon such injury! These were mere
inventions of Homer, who gave his Gods the imperfections of men. I would
rather that he had given men the perfections of the Gods! those
perfections, I mean, of uninterrupted health, wisdom, invention, memory.
Therefore the soul (which is, as I say, divine) is, as Euripides more
boldly expresses it, a God. And thus, if the divinity be air or fire,
the soul of man is the same; for as that celestial nature has nothing
earthly or humid about it, in like manner the soul of man is also free
from both these qualities: but if it is of that fifth kind of nature,
first introduced by Aristotle, then both Gods and souls are of the same.
XXVII. As this is my opinion, I have explained it in these very words,
in my book on Consolation.19 The origin of the soul of man is not to
be found upon earth, for there is nothing in the soul of a mixed or
concrete nature, or that has any appearance of being formed or made out
of the earth; nothing even humid, or airy, or fiery. For what is there
in natures of that kind which has the power of memory, understanding, or
thought? which can recollect the past, foresee the future, and
comprehend the present? for these capabilities are confined to divine
beings; nor can we discover any source from which men could derive them,
but from God. There is therefore a peculiar 38nature and power in the
soul, distinct from those natures which are more known and familiar to
us. Whatever, then, that is which thinks, and which has understanding,
and volition, and a principle of life, is heavenly and divine, and on
that account must necessarily be eternal; nor can God himself, who is
known to us, be conceived to be anything else except a soul free and
unembarrassed, distinct from all mortal concretion, acquainted with
everything, and giving motion to everything, and itself endued with
perpetual motion.
XXVIII. Of this kind and nature is the intellect of man. Where, then, is
this intellect seated, and of what character is it? where is your own,
and what is its character? Are you able to tell? If I have not faculties
for knowing all that I could desire to know, will you not even allow me
to make use of those which I have? The soul has not sufficient capacity
to comprehend itself; yet, the soul, like the eye, though it has no
distinct view of itself, sees other things: it does not see (which is of
least consequence) its own shape; perhaps not, though it possibly may;
but we will pass that by: but it certainly sees that it has vigor,
sagacity, memory, motion, and velocity; these are all great, divine,
eternal properties. What its appearance is, or where it dwells, it is
not necessary even to inquire. As when we behold, first of all, the
beauty and brilliant appearance of the heavens; secondly, the vast
velocity of its revolutions, beyond power of our imagination to
conceive; then the vicissitudes of nights and days, the fourfold
division of the seasons, so well adapted to the ripening of the fruits
of the earth, and the temperature of our bodies: and after that we look
up to the sun, the moderator and governor of all these things; and view
the moon, by the increase and decrease of its light, marking, as it
were, and appointing our holy days; and see the five planets, borne on
in the same circle, divided into twelve parts, preserving the same
course with the greatest regularity, but with utterly dissimilar motions
among themselves; and the nightly appearance of the heaven, adorned on
all sides with stars; then, the globe of the earth, raised above the
sea, and placed in the centre of the universe, inhabited and cultivated
in its two opposite extremities, one of which, the 39place of our
habitation, is situated towards the north pole, under the seven stars:
Where the cold northern blasts, with horrid sound,
Harden to ice the snowy cover’d ground;
the other, towards the south pole, is unknown to us, but is called by
the Greeks ἀντίχθονα: the other parts are uncultivated, because they are
either frozen with cold, or burned up with heat; but where we dwell, it
never fails, in its season,
To yield a placid sky, to bid the trees
Assume the lively verdure of their leaves:
The vine to bud, and, joyful, in its shoots,
Foretell the approaching vintage of its fruits:
The ripen’d corn to sing, while all around
Full riv’lets glide; and flowers deck the ground:
then the multitude of cattle, fit part for food, part for tilling the
ground, others for carrying us, or for clothing us; and man himself,
made, as it were, on purpose to contemplate the heavens and the Gods,
and to pay adoration to them: lastly, the whole earth, and wide
extending seas, given to man’s use. When we view these and numberless
other things, can we doubt that they have some being who presides over
them, or has made them (if, indeed, they have been made, as is the
opinion of Plato, or if, as Aristotle thinks, they are eternal), or who
at all events is the regulator of so immense a fabric and so great a
blessing to men? Thus, though you see not the soul of man, as you see
not the Deity, yet, as by the contemplation of his works you are led to
acknowledge a God, so you must own the divine power of the soul, from
its remembering things, from its invention, from the quickness of its
motion, and from all the beauty of virtue. Where, then, is it seated,
you will say?
XXIX. In my opinion, it is seated in the head, and I can bring you
reasons for my adopting that opinion. At present, let the soul reside
where it will, you certainly have one in you. Should you ask what its
nature is? It has one peculiarly its own; but admitting it to consist of
fire, or air, it does not affect the present question. Only observe
this, that as you are convinced there is a God, though 40you are ignorant
where he resides, and what shape he is of; in like manner you ought to
feel assured that you have a soul, though you cannot satisfy yourself of
the place of its residence, nor its form. In our knowledge of the soul,
unless we are grossly ignorant of natural philosophy, we cannot but be
satisfied that it has nothing but what is simple, unmixed, uncompounded,
and single; and if this is admitted, then it cannot be separated, nor
divided, nor dispersed, nor parted, and therefore it cannot perish; for
to perish implies a parting-asunder, a division, a disunion, of those
parts which, while it subsisted, were held together by some band. And it
was because he was influenced by these and similar reasons that Socrates
neither looked out for anybody to plead for him when he was accused, nor
begged any favor from his judges, but maintained a manly freedom, which
was the effect not of pride, but of the true greatness of his soul; and
on the last day of his life he held a long discourse on this subject;
and a few days before, when he might have been easily freed from his
confinement, he refused to be so; and when he had almost actually hold
of that deadly cup, he spoke with the air of a man not forced to die,
but ascending into heaven.
XXX. For so indeed he thought himself, and thus he spoke: “That there
were two ways, and that the souls of men, at their departure from the
body, took different roads; for those which were polluted with vices
that are common to men, and which had given themselves up entirely to
unclean desires, and had become so blinded by them as to have habituated
themselves to all manner of debauchery and profligacy, or to have laid
detestable schemes for the ruin of their country, took a road wide of
that which led to the assembly of the Gods; but they who had preserved
themselves upright and chaste, and free from the slightest contagion of
the body, and had always kept themselves as far as possible at a
distance from it, and while on earth had proposed to themselves as a
model the life of the Gods, found the return to those beings from whom
they had come an easy one.” Therefore, he argues, that all good and wise
men should take example from the swans, who are considered sacred to
Apollo, not without reason, but particularly because they seem to have
received 41the gift of divination from him, by which, foreseeing how
happy it is to die, they leave this world with singing and joy. Nor can
any one doubt of this, unless it happens to us who think with care and
anxiety about the soul (as is often the case with those who look
earnestly at the setting sun), to lose the sight of it entirely; and so
the mind’s eye, viewing itself, sometimes grows dull, and for that
reason we become remiss in our contemplation. Thus our reasoning is
borne about, harassed with doubts and anxieties, not knowing how to
proceed, but measuring back again those dangerous tracts which it has
passed, like a boat tossed about on the boundless ocean. But these
reflections are of long standing, and borrowed from the Greeks. But Cato
left this world in such a manner as if he were delighted that he had
found an opportunity of dying; for that God who presides in us forbids
our departure hence without his leave. But when God himself has given us
a just cause, as formerly he did to Socrates, and lately to Cato, and
often to many others—in such a case, certainly every man of sense would
gladly exchange this darkness for that light: not that he would forcibly
break from the chains that held him, for that would be against the law;
but, like a man released from prison by a magistrate or some lawful
authority, so he too would walk away, being released and discharged by
God. For the whole life of a philosopher is, as the same philosopher
says, a meditation on death.
XXXI. For what else is it that we do, when we call off our minds from
pleasure, that is to say, from our attention to the body, from the
managing our domestic estate, which is a sort of handmaid and servant of
the body, or from duties of a public nature, or from all other serious
business whatever? What else is it, I say, that we do, but invite the
soul to reflect on itself? oblige it to converse with itself, and, as
far as possible, break off its acquaintance with the body? Now, to
separate the soul from the body, is to learn to die, and nothing else
whatever. Wherefore take my advice; and let us meditate on this, and
separate ourselves as far as possible from the body, that is to say, let
us accustom ourselves to die. This will be enjoying a life like that of
heaven even while we remain on earth; and 42when we are carried thither
and released from these bonds, our souls will make their progress with
more rapidity; for the spirit which has always been fettered by the
bonds of the body, even when it is disengaged, advances more slowly,
just as those do who have worn actual fetters for many years: but when
we have arrived at this emancipation from the bonds of the body, then
indeed we shall begin to live, for this present life is really death,
which I could say a good deal in lamentation for if I chose.
A. You have lamented it sufficiently in your book on Consolation; and
when I read that, there is nothing which I desire more than to leave
these things; but that desire is increased a great deal by what I have
just heard.
M. The time will come, and that soon, and with equal certainty,
whether you hang back or press forward; for time flies. But death is so
far from being an evil, as it lately appeared to you, that I am inclined
to suspect, not that there is no other thing which is an evil to man,
but rather that there is nothing else which is a real good to him; if,
at least, it is true that we become thereby either Gods ourselves, or
companions of the Gods. However, this is not of so much consequence, as
there are some of us here who will not allow this. But I will not leave
off discussing this point till I have convinced you that death can, upon
no consideration whatever, be an evil.
A. How can it, after what I now know?
M. Do you ask how it can? There are crowds of arguers who contradict
this; and those not only Epicureans, whom I regard very little, but,
somehow or other, almost every man of letters; and, above all, my
favorite Dicæarchus is very strenuous in opposing the immortality of the
soul: for he has written three books, which are entitled Lesbiacs,
because the discourse was held at Mitylene, in which he seeks to prove
that souls are mortal. The Stoics, on the other hand, allow us as long a
time for enjoyment as the life of a raven; they allow the soul to exist
a great while, but are against its eternity.
XXXII. Are you willing to hear then why, even allowing this, death
cannot be an evil.
A. As you please; but no one shall drive me from my belief in
mortality.
43M. I commend you, indeed, for that; though we should not be too
confident in our belief of anything; for we are frequently disturbed by
some subtle conclusion. We give way and change our opinions even in
things that are more evident than this; for in this there certainly is
some obscurity. Therefore, should anything of this kind happen, it is
well to be on our guard.
A. You are right in that; but I will provide against any accident.
M. Have you any objection to our dismissing our friends the
Stoics—those, I mean, who allow that the souls exist after they have
left the body, but yet deny that they exist forever?
A. We certainly may dismiss the consideration of those men who admit
that which is the most difficult point in the whole question, namely,
that a soul can exist independently of the body, and yet refuse to grant
that which is not only very easy to believe, but which is even the
natural consequence of the concession which they have made—that if they
can exist for a length of time; they most likely do so forever.
M. You take it right; that is the very thing. Shall we give,
therefore, any credit to Pauæstius, when he dissents from his master,
Plato? whom he everywhere calls divine, the wisest, the holiest of men,
the Homer of philosophers, and whom he opposes in nothing except this
single opinion of the soul’s immortality: for he maintains what nobody
denies, that everything which has been generated will perish, and that
even souls are generated, which he thinks appears from their resemblance
to those of the men who begot them; for that likeness is as apparent in
the turn of their minds as in their bodies. But he brings another
reason—that there is nothing which is sensible of pain which is not
also liable to disease; but whatever is liable to disease must be liable
to death. The soul is sensible of pain, therefore it is liable to
perish.
XXXIII. These arguments may be refuted; for they proceed from his not
knowing that, while discussing the subject of the immortality of the
soul, he is speaking of the intellect, which is free from all turbid
motion; but not of those parts of the mind in which those disorders,
44anger and lust, have their seat, and which he whom he is opposing, when
he argues thus, imagines to be distinct and separate from the mind. Now
this resemblance is more remarkable in beasts, whose souls are void of
reason. But the likeness in men consists more in the configuration of
the bodies: and it is of no little consequence in what bodies the soul
is lodged; for there are many things which depend on the body that give
an edge to the soul, many which blunt it. Aristotle, indeed, says that
all men of great genius are melancholy; so that I should not have been
displeased to have been somewhat duller than I am. He instances many,
and, as if it were matter of fact, brings his reasons for it. But if the
power of those things that proceed from the body be so great as to
influence the mind (for they are the things, whatever they are, that
occasion this likeness), still that does not necessarily prove why a
similitude of souls should be generated. I say nothing about cases of
unlikeness. I wish Panætius could be here: he lived with Africanus. I
would inquire of him which of his family the nephew of Africanus’s
brother was like? Possibly he may in person have resembled his father;
but in his manners he was so like every profligate, abandoned man, that
it was impossible to be more so. Whom did the grandson of P. Crassus,
that wise and eloquent and most distinguished man, resemble? Or the
relations and sons of many other excellent men, whose names there is no
occasion to mention? But what are we doing? Have we forgotten that our
purpose was, when we had sufficiently spoken on the subject of the
immortality of the soul, to prove that, even if the soul did perish,
there would be, even then, no evil in death?
A. I remembered it very well; but I had no dislike to your digressing
a little from your original design, while you were talking of the soul’s
immortality.
M. I perceive you have sublime thoughts, and are eager to mount up to
heaven.
XXXIV. I am not without hopes myself that such may be our fate. But
admit what they assert—that the soul does not continue to exist after
death.
A. Should it be so, I see that we are then deprived of the hopes of a
happier life.
45M. But what is there of evil in that opinion? For let the soul perish
as the body: is there any pain, or indeed any feeling at all, in the
body after death? No one, indeed asserts that; though Epicurus charges
Democritus with saying so; but the disciples of Democritus deny it. No
sense, therefore, remains in the soul; for the soul is nowhere. Where,
then, is the evil? for there is nothing but these two things. Is it
because the mere separation of the soul and body cannot be effected
without pain? But even should that be granted, how small a pain must
that be! Yet I think that it is false, and that it is very often
unaccompanied by any sensation at all, and sometimes even attended with
pleasure; but certainly the whole must be very trifling, whatever it is,
for it is instantaneous. What makes us uneasy, or rather gives us pain,
is the leaving all the good things of life. But just consider if I might
not more properly say, leaving the evils of life; only there is no
reason for my now occupying myself in bewailing the life of man, and yet
I might, with very good reason. But what occasion is there, when what I
am laboring to prove is that no one is miserable after death, to make
life more miserable by lamenting over it? I have done that in the book
which I wrote, in order to comfort myself as well as I could. If, then,
our inquiry is after truth, death withdraws us from evil, not from good.
This subject is indeed so copiously handled by Hegesias, the Cyrenaic
philosopher, that he is said to have been forbidden by Ptolemy from
delivering his lectures in the schools, because some who heard him made
away with themselves. There is, too, an epigram of Callimachus20 on
Cleombrotus of Ambracia, who, without any misfortune having befallen
him, as he says, threw himself from a wall into the sea, after he had
read a book of Plato’s. The book I mentioned of that Hegesias is called
Ἀποκαρτερτερῶν, or “A Man who
46starves himself,” in which a man is represented as killing
himself by starvation, till he is prevented by his friends,
in reply to whom he reckons up all the miseries of human
life. I might do the same, though not so fully as he, who
thinks it not worth any man’s while to live. I pass over
others. Was it even worth my while to live, for, had I
died before I was deprived of the comforts of my own
family, and of the honors which I received for my public
services, would not death have taken me from the evils of
life rather than from its blessings?
XXXV. Mention, therefore, some one, who never knew
distress; who never received any blow from fortune.
The great Metellus had four distinguished sons; but
Priam had fifty, seventeen of whom were born to him by
his lawful wife. Fortune had the same power over both,
though she exercised it but on one; for Metellus was laid
on his funeral pile by a great company of sons and daughters,
grandsons, and granddaughters; but Priam fell by
the hand of an enemy, after having fled to the altar, and
having seen himself deprived of all his numerous progeny.
Had he died before the death of his sons and the ruin of
his kingdom,
With all his mighty wealth elate,
Under rich canopies of state;
would he then have been taken from good or from evil?
It would indeed, at that time, have appeared that he was
being taken away from good; yet surely it would have
turned out advantageous for him; nor should we have
had these mournful verses,
Lo! these all perish’d in one flaming pile;
The foe old Priam did of life beguile,
And with his blood, thy altar, Jove, defile.
As if anything better could have happened to him at that
time than to lose his life in that manner; but yet, if it had
befallen him sooner, it would have prevented all those consequences;
but even as it was, it released him from any
further sense of them. The case of our friend Pompey21
47was something better: once, when he had been very ill
at Naples, the Neapolitans, on his recovery, put crowns
on their heads, as did those of Puteoli; the people flocked
from the country to congratulate him—it is a Grecian
custom, and a foolish one; still it is a sign of good fortune.
But the question is, had he died, would he have
been taken from good, or from evil? Certainly from
evil. He would not have been engaged in a war with his
father-in-law;22 he would not have taken up arms before
he was prepared; he would not have left his own house,
nor fled from Italy; he would not, after the loss of his
army, have fallen unarmed into the hands of slaves, and
been put to death by them; his children would not have
been destroyed; nor would his whole fortune have come
into the possession of the conquerors. Did not he, then,
who, if he had died at that time, would have died in all
his glory, owe all the great and terrible misfortunes into
which he subsequently fell to the prolongation of his life
at that time?
XXXVI. These calamities are avoided by death, for
even though they should never happen, there is a possibility
that they may; but it never occurs to a man that such
a disaster may befall him himself. Every one hopes to
be as happy as Metellus: as if the number of the happy
exceeded that of the miserable; or as if there were any
certainty in human affairs; or, again, as if there were
more rational foundation for hope than fear. But should
we grant them even this, that men are by death deprived
of good things; would it follow that the dead are therefore
in need of the good things of life, and are miserable
on that account? Certainly they must necessarily say so.
Can he who does not exist be in need of anything? To
be in need of has a melancholy sound, because it in effect
amounts to this—he had, but he has not; he regrets, he
looks back upon, he wants. Such are, I suppose, the distresses
48of one who is in need of. Is he deprived
of eyes? to be blind is misery. Is he destitute of children? not to have
them is misery. These considerations apply to the living, but the dead
are neither in need of the blessings of life, nor of life itself. But
when I am speaking of the dead, I am speaking of those who have no
existence. But would any one say of us, who do exist, that we want horns
or wings? Certainly not. Should it be asked, why not? the answer would
be, that not to have what neither custom nor nature has fitted you for
would not imply a want of them, even though you were sensible that you
had them not. This argument should be pressed over and over again, after
that point has once been established, which, if souls are mortal, there
can be no dispute about—I mean, that the destruction of them by death
is so entire as to remove even the least suspicion of any sense
remaining. When, therefore, this point is once well grounded and
established, we must correctly define what the term to want means; that
there may be no mistake in the word. To want, then, signifies this: to
be without that which you would be glad to have; for inclination for a
thing is implied in the word want, excepting when we use the word in an
entirely different sense, as we do when we say that a fever is wanting
to any one. For it admits of a different interpretation, when you are
without a certain thing, and are sensible that you are without it, but
yet can easily dispense with having it. “To want,” then, is an
expression which you cannot apply to the dead; nor is the mere fact of
wanting something necessarily lamentable. The proper expression ought to
be, “that they want a good,” and that is an evil.
But a living man does not want a good, unless he is distressed without
it; and yet, we can easily understand how any man alive can be without a
kingdom. But this cannot be predicated of you with any accuracy: it
might have been asserted of Tarquin, when he was driven from his
kingdom. But when such an expression is used respecting the dead, it is
absolutely unintelligible. For to want implies to be sensible; but the
dead are insensible: therefore, the dead can be in no want.
XXXVII. But what occasion is there to philosophize 49here in a matter
with which we see that philosophy is but little concerned? How often
have not only our generals but whole armies, rushed on certain death!
But if it had been a thing to be feared, L. Brutus would never have
fallen in fight, to prevent the return of that tyrant whom he had
expelled; nor would Decius the father have been slain in fighting with
the Latins; nor would his son, when engaged with the Etruscans, nor his
grandson with Pyrrhus have exposed themselves to the enemy’s darts.
Spain would never have seen, in one campaign, the Scipios fall fighting
for their country; nor would the plains of Cannæ have witnessed the
death of Paulus and Geminus, or Venusia that of Marcellus; nor would the
Latins have beheld the death of Albinus, nor the Leucanians that of
Gracchus. But are any of these miserable now? Nay, they were not so even
at the first moment after they had breathed their last; nor can any one
be miserable after he has lost all sensation. Oh, but the mere
circumstance of being without sensation is miserable. It might be so if
being without sensation were the same thing as wanting it; but as it is
evident there can be nothing of any kind in that which has no existence,
what can there be afflicting to that which can neither feel want nor be
sensible of anything? We might be said to have repeated this over too
often, only that here lies all that the soul shudders at from the fear
of death. For whoever can clearly apprehend that which is as manifest as
the light—that when both soul and body are consumed, and there is a
total destruction, then that which was an animal becomes nothing—will
clearly see that there is no difference between a Hippocentaur, which
never had existence, and King Agamemnon, and that M. Camillus is no more
concerned about this present civil war than I was at the sacking of
Rome, when he was living.
XXXVIII. Why, then, should Camillus be affected with the thoughts of
these things happening three hundred and fifty years after his time? And
why should I be uneasy it I were to expect that some nation might
possess itself of this city ten thousand years hence? Because so great
is our regard for our country, as not to be measured by our own feeling,
but by its own actual safety.
50Death, then, which threatens us daily from a thousand accidents, and
which, by reason of the shortness of life, can never be far off, does
not deter a wise man from making such provision for his country and his
family as he hopes may last forever; and from regarding posterity, of
which he can never have any real perception, as belonging to himself.
Wherefore a man may act for eternity, even though he be persuaded that
his soul is mortal; not, indeed, from a desire of glory, which he will
be insensible of, but from a principle of virtue, which glory will
inevitably attend, though that is not his object. The process, indeed,
of nature is this: that just in the same manner as our birth was the
beginning of things with us, so death will be the end; and as we were
noways concerned with anything before we were born, so neither shall we
be after we are dead. And in this state of things where can the evil be,
since death has no connection with either the living or the dead? The
one have no existence at all, the other are not yet affected by it. They
who make the least of death consider it as having a great resemblance to
sleep; as if any one would choose to live ninety years on condition
that, at the expiration of sixty, he should sleep out the remainder. The
very swine would not accept of life on those terms, much less I.
Endymion, indeed, if you listen to fables, slept once on a time on
Latmus, a mountain of Caria, and for such a length of time that I
imagine he is not as yet awake. Do you think that he is concerned at the
Moon’s being in difficulties, though it was by her that he was thrown
into that sleep, in order that she might kiss him while sleeping. For
what should he be concerned for who has not even any sensation? You look
on sleep as an image of death, and you take that on you daily; and have
you, then, any doubt that there is no sensation in death, when you see
there is none in sleep, which is its near resemblance?
XXXIX. Away, then, with those follies, which are little better than the
old women’s dreams, such as that it is miserable to die before our time.
What time do you mean? That of nature? But she has only lent you life,
as she might lend you money, without fixing any certain time for its
repayment. Have you any grounds of complaint, 51then, that she recalls it
at her pleasure? for you received it on these terms. They that complain
thus allow that if a young child dies, the survivors ought to bear his
loss with equanimity; that if an infant in the cradle dies, they ought
not even to utter a complaint; and yet nature has been more severe with
them in demanding back what she gave. They answer by saying that such
have not tasted the sweets of life; while the other had begun to
conceive hopes of great happiness, and, indeed, had begun to realize
them. Men judge better in other things, and allow a part to be
preferable to none. Why do they not admit the same estimate in life?
Though Callimachus does not speak amiss in saying that more tears had
flowed from Priam than his son; yet they are thought happier who die
after they have reached old age. It would be hard to say why; for I do
not apprehend that any one, if a longer life were granted to him, would
find it happier. There is nothing more agreeable to a man than prudence,
which old age most certainly bestows on a man, though it may strip him
of everything else. But what age is long, or what is there at all long
to a man? Does not
Old age, though unregarded, still attend
On childhood’s pastimes, as the cares of men?
But because there is nothing beyond old age, we call that long: all
these things are said to be long or short, according to the proportion
of time they were given us for. Artistotle saith there is a kind of
insect near the river Hypanis, which runs from a certain part of Europe
into the Pontus, whose life consists but of one day; those that die at
the eighth hour die in full age; those who die when the sun sets are
very old, especially when the days are at the longest. Compare our
longest life with eternity, and we shall be found almost as short-lived
as those little animals.
XL. Let us, then, despise all these follies—for what softer name can I
give to such levities?—and let us lay the foundation of our happiness
in the strength and greatness of our minds, in a contempt and disregard
of all earthly things, and in the practice of every virtue. For at
present we are enervated by the softness of our imaginations, 52so that,
should we leave this world before the promises of our fortune-tellers
are made good to us, we should think ourselves deprived of some great
advantages, and seem disappointed and forlorn. But if, through life, we
are in continual suspense, still expecting, still desiring, and are in
continual pain and torture, good Gods! how pleasant must that journey be
which ends in security and ease! How pleased am I with Theramenes! Of
how exalted a soul does he appear! For, although we never read of him
without tears, yet that illustrious man is not to be lamented in his
death, who, when he had been imprisoned by the command of the thirty
tyrants, drank off, at one draught, as if he had been thirsty, the
poisoned cup, and threw the remainder out of it with such force that it
sounded as it fell; and then, on hearing the sound of the drops, he
said, with a smile, “I drink this to the most excellent Critias,” who
had been his most bitter enemy; for it is customary among the Greeks, at
their banquets, to name the person to whom they intend to deliver the
cup. This celebrated man was pleasant to the last, even when he had
received the poison into his bowels, and truly foretold the death of
that man whom he named when he drank the poison, and that death soon
followed. Who that thinks death an evil could approve of the evenness of
temper in this great man at the instant of dying? Socrates came, a few
years after, to the same prison and the same cup by as great iniquity on
the part of his judges as the tyrants displayed when they executed
Theramenes. What a speech is that which Plato makes him deliver before
his judges, after they had condemned him to death!
XLI. “I am not without hopes, O judges, that it is a favorable
circumstance for me that I am condemned to die; for one of these two
things must necessarily happen—either that death will deprive me
entirely of all sense, or else that, by dying, I shall go from hence
into some other place; wherefore, if all sense is utterly extinguished,
and if death is like that sleep which sometimes is so undisturbed as to
be even without the visions of dreams—in that case, O ye good Gods!
what gain is it to die? or what length of days can be imagined which
would be preferable to such a night? And if the constant course of
future time 53is to resemble that night, who is happier than I am? But if
on the other hand, what is said be true, namely, that death is but a
removal to those regions where the souls of the departed dwell, then
that state must be more happy still to have escaped from those who call
themselves judges, and to appear before such as are truly so—Minos,
Rhadamanthus, Æacus, Triptolemus—and to meet with those who have lived
with justice and probity!23 Can this change of abode appear otherwise
than great to you? What bounds can you set to the value of conversing
with Orpheus, and Musæus, and Homer, and Hesiod? I would even, were it
possible, willingly die often, in order to prove the certainty of what I
speak of. What delight must it be to meet with Palamedes, and Ajax, and
others, who have been betrayed by the iniquity of their judges! Then,
also, should I experience the wisdom of even that king of kings, who led
his vast troops to Troy, and the prudence of Ulysses and Sisyphus: nor
should I then be condemned for prosecuting my inquiries on such subjects
in the same way in which I have done here on earth. And even you, my
judges, you, I mean, who have voted for my acquittal, do not you fear
death, for nothing bad can befall a good man, whether he be alive or
dead; nor are his concerns ever overlooked by the Gods; nor in my case
either has this befallen me by chance; and I have nothing to charge
those men with who accused or condemned me but the fact that they
believed that they were doing me harm.” In this manner he proceeded.
There is no part of his speech which I admire more than his last words:
“But it is time,” says he, “for me now to go hence, that I may die; and
for you, that you may continue to live. Which condition of the two is
the best, the immortal Gods know; but I do not believe that any mortal
man does.”
54XLII. Surely I would rather have had this man’s soul than all the
fortunes of those who sat in judgment on him; although that very thing
which he says no one except the Gods know, namely, whether life or death
is most preferable, he knows himself, for he had previously stated his
opinion on it; but he maintained to the last that favorite maxim of his,
of affirming nothing. And let us, too, adhere to this rule of not
thinking anything an evil which is a general provision of nature; and
let us assure ourselves, that if death is an evil, it is an eternal
evil, for death seems to be the end of a miserable life; but if death is
a misery, there can be no end of that. But why do I mention Socrates, or
Theramenes, men distinguished by the glory of virtue and wisdom? when a
certain Lacedæmomian, whose name is not so much as known, held death in
such contempt, that, when led to it by the ephori, he bore a cheerful
and pleasant countenance; and, when he was asked by one of his enemies
whether he despised the laws of Lycurgus, “On the contrary,” answered
he, “I am greatly obliged to him, for he has amerced me in a fine which
I can pay without borrowing, or taking up money at interest.” This was a
man worthy of Sparta. And I am almost persuaded of his innocence because
of the greatness of his soul. Our own city has produced many such. But
why should I name generals, and other men of high rank, when Cato could
write that legions have marched with alacrity to that place from whence
they never expected to return? With no less greatness of soul fell the
Lacedæmonians at Thermopylæ, on whom Simonides wrote the following
epitaph:
Go, stranger, tell the Spartans, here we lie,
Who to support their laws durst boldly die.24
What was it that Leonidas, their general, said to them? “March on with
courage, my Lacedæmonians. To-night, perhaps, we shall sup in the
regions below.” This was a brave nation while the laws of Lycurgus were
in force. One of them, when a Persian had said to him in conversation,
55“We shall hide the sun from your sight by the number of our arrows and
darts,” replied, “We shall fight, then in the shade.” Do I talk of their
men? How great was that Lacedæmonian woman, who had sent her son to
battle, and when she heard that he was slain, said, “I bore him for that
purpose, that you might have a man who durst die for his country!”
However, it is a matter of notoriety that the Spartans were bold and
hardy, for the discipline of a republic has great influence.
XLIII. What, then, have we not reason to admire Theodorus the Cyrenean,
a philosopher of no small distinction, who, when Lysimachus threatened
to crucify him, bade him keep those menaces for his courtiers? “To
Theodorus it makes no difference whether he rot in the air or
underground.” By which saying of the philosopher I am reminded to say
something of the custom of funerals and sepulture, and of funeral
ceremonies, which is, indeed, not a difficult subject, especially if we
recollect what has been before said about insensibility. The opinion of
Socrates respecting this matter is clearly stated in the book which
treats of his death, of which we have already said so much; for when he
had discussed the immortality of the soul, and when the time of his
dying was approaching rapidly, being asked by Criton how he would be
buried, “I have taken a great deal of pains,” saith he, “my friends, to
no purpose, for I have not convinced our Criton that I shall fly from
hence, and leave no part of me behind. Notwithstanding, Criton, if you
can overtake me, wheresoever you get hold of me, bury me as you please:
but believe me, none of you will be able to catch me when I have flown
away from hence.” That was excellently said, inasmuch as he allows his
friend to do as he pleased, and yet shows his indifference about
anything of this kind. Diogenes was rougher, though of the same opinion;
but in his character of a Cynic he expressed himself in a somewhat
harsher manner; he ordered himself to be thrown anywhere without being
buried. And when his friends replied, “What! to the birds and beasts?”
“By no means,” saith he; “place my staff near me, that I may drive them
away.” “How can you do that,” they answer, “for you will not perceive
them?” “How am I then 56injured by being torn by those animals, if I have
no sensation?” Anaxagoras, when he was at the point of death at
Lampsacus, and was asked by his friends, whether, if anything should
happen to him, he would not choose to be carried to Clazomenæ, his
country, made this excellent answer, “There is,” says he, “no occasion
for that, for all places are at an equal distance from the infernal
regions.” There is one thing to be observed with respect to the whole
subject of burial, that it relates to the body, whether the soul live or
die. Now, with regard to the body, it is clear that, whether the soul
live or die, that has no sensation.
XLIV. But all things are full of errors. Achilles drags Hector, tied to
his chariot; he thinks, I suppose, he tears his flesh, and that Hector
feels the pain of it; therefore, he avenges himself on him, as he
imagines. But Hecuba bewails this as a sore misfortune:
I saw (a dreadful sight) great Hector slain,
Dragg’d at Achilles’ car along the plain.
What Hector? or how long will he be Hector? Accius is better in this,
and Achilles, too, is sometimes reasonable:
I Hector’s body to his sire convey’d,
Hector I sent to the infernal shade.
It was not Hector that you dragged along, but a body that had been
Hector’s. Here another starts from underground, and will not suffer his
mother to sleep:
To thee I call, my once-loved parent, hear,
Nor longer with thy sleep relieve thy care;
Thine eye which pities not is closed—arise;
Ling’ring I wait the unpaid obsequies.
When these verses are sung with a slow and melancholy tune, so as to
affect the whole theatre with sadness, one can scarce help thinking
those unhappy that are unburied:
Ere the devouring dogs and hungry vultures...
He is afraid he shall not have the use of his limbs so well if they are
torn to pieces, but is under no such apprehensions if they are burned:
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Nor leave my naked bones, my poor remains,
To shameful violence and bloody stains.
I do not understand what he could fear who could pour forth such
excellent verses to the sound of the flute. We must, therefore, adhere
to this, that nothing is to be regarded after we are dead, though many
people revenge themselves on their dead enemies. Thyestes pours forth
several curses in some good lines of Ennius, praying, first of all, that
Atreus may perish by a shipwreck, which is certainly a very terrible
thing, for such a death is not free from very grievous sensations. Then
follow these unmeaning expressions:
May
On the sharp rock his mangled carcass lie,
His entrails torn, to hungry birds a prey!
May he convulsive writhe his bleeding side,
And with his clotted gore the stones be dyed!
The rocks themselves were not more destitute of feeling than he who was
hanging to them by his side; though Thyestes imagines he is wishing him
the greatest torture. It would be torture, indeed, if he were sensible;
but as he is not, it can be none; then how very unmeaning is this:
Let him, still hovering o’er the Stygian wave,
Ne’er reach the body’s peaceful port, the grave!
You see under what mistaken notions all this is said. He imagines the
body has its haven, and that the dead are at rest in their graves.
Pelops was greatly to blame in not having informed and taught his son
what regard was due to everything.
XLV. But what occasion is there to animadvert on the opinions of
individuals, when we may observe whole nations to fall into all sorts of
errors? The Egyptians embalm their dead, and keep them in their houses;
the Persians dress them over with wax, and then bury them, that they may
preserve their bodies as long as possible. It is customary with the Magi
to bury none of their order, unless they have been first torn by wild
beasts. In Hyrcania, the people maintain dogs for the public use; the
nobles have their own—and we know that they have a good breed of dogs;
but every one, according to his ability, 58provides himself with some, in
order to be torn by them; and they hold that to be the best kind of
interment. Chrysippus, who is curious in all kinds of historical facts,
has collected many other things of this kind; but some of them are so
offensive as not to admit of being related. All that has been said of
burying is not worth our regard with respect to ourselves, though it is
not to be neglected as to our friends, provided we are thoroughly aware
that the dead are insensible. But the living, indeed, should consider
what is due to custom and opinion; only they should at the same time
consider that the dead are noways interested in it. But death truly is
then met with the greatest tranquillity when the dying man can comfort
himself with his own praise. No one dies too soon who has finished the
course of perfect virtue. I myself have known many occasions when I have
seemed in danger of immediate death; oh! how I wish it had come to me!
for I have gained nothing by the delay. I had gone over and over again
the duties of life; nothing remained but to contend with fortune. If
reason, then, cannot sufficiently fortify us to enable us to feel a
contempt for death, at all events let our past life prove that we have
lived long enough, and even longer than was necessary; for
notwithstanding the deprivation of sense, the dead are not without that
good which peculiarly belongs to them, namely, the praise and glory
which they have acquired, even though they are not sensible of it. For
although there be nothing in glory to make it desirable, yet it follows
virtue as its shadow; and the genuine judgment of the multitude on good
men, if ever they form any, is more to their own praise than of any real
advantage to the dead. Yet I cannot say, however it may be received,
that Lycurgus and Solon have no glory from their laws, and from the
political constitution which they established in their country; or that
Themistocles and Epaminondas have not glory from their martial virtue.
XLVI. For Neptune shall sooner bury Salamis itself with his waters than
the memory of the trophies gained there; and the Bœotian Leuctra shall
perish sooner than the glory of that great battle. And longer still
shall fame be before it deserts Curius, and Fabricius, and Calatinus,
59and the two Scipios, and the two Africani, and Maximus, and Marcellus,
and Paulus, and Cato, and Lælius, and numberless other heroes; and
whoever has caught any resemblance of them, not estimating it by common
fame, but by the real applause of good men, may with confidence, when
the occasion requires, approach death, on which we are sure that even if
the chief good is not continued, at least no evil is. Such a man would
even wish to die while in prosperity; for all the favors that could be
heaped on him would not be so agreeable to him as the loss of them would
be painful. That speech of the Lacedæmonian seems to have the same
meaning, who, when Diagoras the Rhodian, who had himself been a
conqueror at the Olympic games, saw two of his own sons conquerors there
on the same day, approached the old man, and, congratulating him, said,
“You should die now, Diagoras, for no greater happiness can possibly
await you.” The Greeks look on these as great things; perhaps they think
too highly of them, or, rather, they did so then. And so he who said
this to Diagoras, looking on it as something very glorious, that three
men out of one family should have been conquerors there, thought it
could answer no purpose to him to continue any longer in life, where he
could only be exposed to a reverse of fortune.
I might have given you a sufficient answer, as it seems to me, on this
point, in a few words, as you had allowed the dead were not exposed to
any positive evil; but I have spoken at greater length on the subject
for this reason, because this is our greatest consolation in the losing
and bewailing of our friends. For we ought to bear with moderation any
grief which arises from ourselves, or is endured on our own account,
lest we should seem to be too much influenced by self-love. But should
we suspect our departed friends to be under those evils, which they are
generally imagined to be, and to be sensible of them, then such a
suspicion would give us intolerable pain; and accordingly I wished, for
my own sake, to pluck up this opinion by the roots, and on that account
I have been perhaps somewhat more prolix than was necessary.
XLVII. A. More prolix than was necessary? Certainty not, in my
opinion. For I was induced, by the former 60part of your speech, to wish
to die; but, by the latter, sometimes not to be unwilling, and at others
to be wholly indifferent about it. But the effect of your whole argument
is, that I am convinced that death ought not to be classed among the
evils.
M. Do you, then, expect that I am to give you a regular peroration,
like the rhetoricians, or shall I forego that art?
A. I would not have you give over an art which you have set off to
such advantage; and you were in the right to do so, for, to speak the
truth, it also has set you off. But what is that peroration? For I
should be glad to hear it, whatever it is.
M. It is customary, in the schools, to produce the opinions of the
immortal Gods on death; nor are these opinions the fruits of the
imagination alone of the lecturers, but they have the authority of
Herodotus and many others. Cleobis and Biton are the first they mention,
sons of the Argive priestess; the story is a well-known one. As it was
necessary that she should be drawn in a chariot to a certain annual
sacrifice, which was solemnized at a temple some considerable distance
from the town, and the cattle that were to draw the chariot had not
arrived, those two young men whom I have just mentioned, pulling off
their garments, and anointing their bodies with oil, harnessed
themselves to the yoke. And in this manner the priestess was conveyed to
the temple; and when the chariot had arrived at the proper place, she is
said to have entreated the Goddess to bestow on them, as a reward for
their piety, the greatest gift that a God could confer on man. And the
young men, after having feasted with their mother, fell asleep; and in
the morning they were found dead. Trophonius and Agamedes are said to
have put up the same petition, for they, having built a temple to Apollo
at Delphi, offered supplications to the God, and desired of him some
extraordinary reward for their care and labor, particularizing nothing,
but asking for whatever was best for men. Accordingly, Apollo signified
to them that he would bestow it on them in three days, and on the third
day at daybreak they were found dead. And so they say that this was a
formal decision pronounced by that God to 61whom the rest of the deities
have assigned the province of divining with an accuracy superior to that
of all the rest.
XLVIII. There is also a story told of Silenus, who, when taken prisoner
by Midas, is said to have made him this present for his ransom—namely,
that he informed him25 that never to have been born was by far the
greatest blessing that could happen to man; and that the next best thing
was to die very soon; which very opinion Euripides makes use of in his
Cresphontes, saying,
When man is born, ‘tis fit, with solemn show,
We speak our sense of his approaching woe;
With other gestures and a different eye,
Proclaim our pleasure when he’s bid to die.26
There is something like this in Crantor’s Consolation; for he says that
Terinæsus of Elysia, when he was bitterly lamenting the loss of his son,
came to a place of divination to be informed why he was visited with so
great affliction, and received in his tablet these three verses:
Thou fool, to murmur at Euthynous’ death!
The blooming youth to fate resigns his breath:
The fate, whereon your happiness depends,
At once the parent and the son befriends.27
On these and similar authorities they affirm that the question has been
determined by the Gods. Nay, more; Alcidamas, an ancient rhetorician of
the very highest reputation, wrote even in praise of death, which he
endeavored to establish by an enumeration of the evils of life; and his
Dissertation has a great deal of eloquence in it; but 62he was
unacquainted with the more refined arguments of the philosophers. By the
orators, indeed, to die for our country is always considered not only as
glorious, but even as happy: they go back as far as Erechtheus,28
whose very daughters underwent death, for the safety of their
fellow-citizens: they instance Codrus, who threw himself into the midst
of his enemies, dressed like a common man, that his royal robes might
not betray him, because the oracle had declared the Athenians
conquerors, if their king was slain. Menœceus29 is not overlooked by
them, who, in compliance with the injunctions of an oracle, freely shed
his blood for his country. Iphigenia ordered herself to be conveyed to
Aulis, to be sacrificed, that her blood might be the cause of spilling
that of her enemies.
XLIX. From hence they proceed to instances of a fresher date. Harmodius
and Aristogiton are in everybody’s mouth; the memory of Leonidas the
Lacedæmonian and Epaminondas the Theban is as fresh as ever. Those
philosophers were not acquainted with the many instances in our
country—to give a list of whom would take up too much time—who, we
see, considered death desirable as long as it was accompanied with
honor. But, notwithstanding this is the correct view of the case, we
must use much persuasion, speak as if we were endued with some higher
authority, in order to bring men to begin to wish to die, or cease to be
afraid of death. For if that last day does not occasion an entire
extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable? And
if it, on the other hand, destroys, and absolutely puts an end to us,
what can be preferable to the having a deep sleep fall on us, in the
midst of the fatigues of life, and being thus overtaken, to sleep to
eternity? And, should this really 63be the case, then Ennius’s language
is more consistent with wisdom than Solon’s; for our Ennius says,
Let none bestow upon my passing bier
One needless sigh or unavailing tear.
But the wise Solon says,
Let me not unlamented die, but o’er my bier
Burst forth the tender sigh, the friendly tear.30
But let us, if indeed it should be our fate to know the time which is
appointed by the Gods for us to die, prepare ourselves for it with a
cheerful and grateful mind, thinking ourselves like men who are
delivered from a jail, and released from their fetters, for the purpose
of going back to our eternal habitation, which may be more emphatically
called our own; or else to be divested of all sense and trouble. If, on
the other hand, we should have no notice given us of this decree, yet
let us cultivate such a disposition as to look on that formidable hour
of death as happy for us, though shocking to our friends; and let us
never imagine anything to be an evil which is an appointment of the
immortal Gods, or of nature, the common parent of all. For it is not by
hazard or without design that we have been born and situated as we have.
On the contrary, beyond all doubt there is a certain power which
consults the happiness of human nature; and this would neither have
produced nor provided for a being which, after having gone through the
labors of life, was to fall into eternal misery by death. Let us rather
infer that we have a retreat and haven prepared for us, which I wish we
could crowd all sail and arrive at; but though the winds should not
serve, and we should be driven back, yet we shall to a certainty arrive
at that point eventually, though somewhat later. But how can that be
miserable for one which all must of necessity undergo? I have given you
a peroration, that you might not think I had overlooked or neglected
anything.
A. I am persuaded you have not; and, indeed, that peroration has
confirmed me.
64M. I am glad it has had that effect. But it is now time to consult
our health. To-morrow, and all the time we continue in this Tusculan
villa, let us consider this subject; and especially those portions of it
which may ease our pain, alleviate our fears, and lessen our desires,
which is the greatest advantage we can reap from the whole of
philosophy.
I. Neoptolemus, in Ennius, indeed, says that the study of philosophy was
expedient for him; but that it required limiting to a few subjects, for
that to give himself up entirely to it was what he did not approve of.
And for my part, Brutus, I am perfectly persuaded that it is expedient
for me to philosophize; for what can I do better, especially as I have
no regular occupation? But I am not for limiting my philosophy to a few
subjects, as he does; for philosophy is a matter in which it is
difficult to acquire a little knowledge without acquainting yourself
with many, or all its branches, nor can you well take a few subjects
without selecting them out of a great number; nor can any one, who has
acquired the knowledge of a few points, avoid endeavoring with the same
eagerness to understand more. But still, in a busy life, and in one
mainly occupied with military matters, such as that of Neoptolemus was
at that time, even that limited degree of acquaintance with philosophy
may be of great use, and may yield fruit, not perhaps so plentiful as a
thorough knowledge of the whole of philosophy, but yet such as in some
degree may at times deliver us from the dominion of our desires, our
sorrows, and our fears; just as the effect of that discussion which we
lately maintained in my Tusculan villa seemed to be that a great
contempt of death was engendered, which contempt is of no small efficacy
towards delivering the mind from fear; for whoever dreads what cannot be
avoided can by no means live with a quiet and tranquil mind. But he who
is under no 65fear of death, not only because it is a thing absolutely
inevitable but also because he is persuaded that death itself hath
nothing terrible in it, provides himself with a very great resource
towards a happy life. However, I am not tolerant that many will argue
strenuously against us; and, indeed, that is a thing which can never be
avoided, except by abstaining from writing at all. For if my Orations,
which were addressed to the judgment and approbation of the people (for
that is a popular art, and the object of oratory is popular applause),
have been criticised by some people who are inclined to withhold their
praise from everything but what they are persuaded they can attain to
themselves, and who limit their ideas of good speaking by the hopes
which they conceive of what they themselves may attain to, and who
declare, when they are overwhelmed with a flow of words and sentences,
that they prefer the utmost poverty of thought and expression to that
plenty and copiousness (from which arose the Attic kind of oratory,
which they who professed it were strangers to, though they have now been
some time silenced, and laughed out of the very courts of justice), what
may I not expect, when at present I cannot have the least countenance
from the people by whom I used to be upheld before? For philosophy is
satisfied with a few judges, and of her own accord industriously avoids
the multitude, who are jealous of it, and utterly displeased with it; so
that, should any one undertake to cry down the whole of it, he would
have the people on his side; while, if he should attack that school
which I particularly profess, he would have great assistance from those
of the other philosophers.
II. But I have answered the detractors of philosophy in general, in my
Hortensius. And what I had to say in favor of the Academics, is, I
think, explained with sufficient accuracy in my four books of the
Academic Question.
But yet I am so far from desiring that no one should write against me,
that it is what I most earnestly wish; for philosophy would never have
been in such esteem in Greece itself, if it had not been for the
strength which it acquired from the contentions and disputations of the
66most learned men; and therefore I recommend all men who have abilities
to follow my advice to snatch this art also from declining Greece, and
to transport it to this city; as our ancestors by their study and
industry have imported all their other arts which were worth having.
Thus the praise of oratory, raised from a low degree, is arrived at such
perfection that it must now decline, and, as is the nature of all
things, verge to its dissolution in a very short time. Let philosophy,
then, derive its birth in Latin language from this time, and let us lend
it our assistance, and bear patiently to be contradicted and refuted;
and although those men may dislike such treatment who are bound and
devoted to certain predetermined opinions, and are under such
obligations to maintain them that they are forced, for the sake of
consistency, to adhere to them even though they do not themselves wholly
approve of them; we, on the other hand, who pursue only probabilities,
and who cannot go beyond that which seems really likely, can confute
others without obstinacy, and are prepared to be confuted ourselves
without resentment. Besides, if these studies are ever brought home to
us, we shall not want even Greek libraries, in which there is an
infinite number of books, by reason of the multitude of authors among
them; for it is a common practice with many to repeat the same things
which have been written by others, which serves no purpose but to stuff
their shelves; and this will be our case, too, if many apply themselves
to this study.
III. But let us excite those, if possible, who have had a liberal
education, and are masters of an elegant style, and who philosophize
with reason and method.
For there is a certain class of them who would willingly be called
philosophers, whose books in our language are said to be numerous, and
which I do not despise; for, indeed, I never read them: but still,
because the authors themselves declare that they write without any
regularity, or method, or elegance, or ornament, I do not care to read
what must be so void of entertainment. There is no one in the least
acquainted with literature who does not know the style and sentiments of
that school; wherefore, since they are at no pains to express themselves
well, I 67do not see why they should be read by anybody except by one
another. Let them read them, if they please, who are of the same
opinions; for in the same manner as all men read Plato and the other
Socratics, with those who sprung from them, even those who do not agree
with their opinions, or are very indifferent about them; but scarcely
any one except their own disciples take Epicurus or Metrodorus into
their hands; so they alone read these Latin books who think that the
arguments contained in them are sound. But, in my opinion, whatever is
published should be recommended to the reading of every man of learning;
and though we may not succeed in this ourselves, yet nevertheless we
must be sensible that this ought to be the aim of every writer. And on
this account I have always been pleased with the custom of the
Peripatetics and Academics, of disputing on both sides of the question;
not solely from its being the only method of discovering what is
probable on every subject, but also because it affords the greatest
scope for practising eloquence; a method that Aristotle first made use
of, and afterward all the Aristotelians; and in our own memory Plilo,
whom we have often heard, appointed one time to treat of the precepts of
the rhetoricians, and another for philosophical discussion, to which
custom I was brought to conform by my friends at my Tusculum; and
accordingly our leisure time was spent in this manner. And therefore, as
yesterday before noon we applied ourselves to speaking, and in the
afternoon went down into the Academy, the discussions which were held
there I have acquainted you with, not in the manner of a narration, but
in almost the very same words which were employed in the debate.
IV. The discourse, then, was introduced in this manner while we were
walking, and it was commenced by some such an opening as this:
A. It is not to be expressed how much I was delighted, or rather
edified, by your discourse of yesterday. For although I am conscious to
myself that I have never been too fond of life, yet at times, when I
have considered that there would be an end to this life, and that I must
some time or other part with all its good things, a certain dread 68and
uneasiness used to intrude itself on my thoughts; but now, believe me, I
am so freed from that kind of uneasiness that there is nothing that I
think less worth any regard.
M. I am not at all surprised at that, for it is the effect of
philosophy, which is the medicine of our souls; it banishes all
groundless apprehensions, frees us from desires, and drives away fears:
but it has not the same influence over all men; it is of very great
influence when it falls in with a disposition well adapted to it. For
not only does Fortune, as the old proverb says, assist the bold, but
reason does so in a still greater degree; for it, by certain precepts,
as it were, strengthens even courage itself. You were born naturally
great and soaring, and with a contempt for all things which pertain to
man alone; therefore a discourse against death took easy possession of a
brave soul. But do you imagine that these same arguments have any force
with those very persons who have invented, and canvassed, and published
them, excepting indeed some very few particular persons? For how few
philosophers will you meet with whose life and manners are conformable
to the dictates of reason! who look on their profession, not as a means
of displaying their learning, but as a rule for their own practice! who
follow their own precepts, and comply with their own decrees! You may
see some of such levity and such vanity, that it would have been better
for them to have been ignorant; some covetous of money, some others
eager for glory, many slaves to their lusts; so that their discourses
and their actions are most strangely at variance; than which nothing in
my opinion can be more unbecoming: for just as if one who professed to
teach grammar should speak with impropriety, or a master of music sing
out of tune, such conduct has the worst appearance in these men, because
they blunder in the very particular with which they profess that they
are well acquainted. So a philosopher who errs in the conduct of his
life is the more infamous because he is erring in the very thing which
he pretends to teach, and, while he lays down rules to regulate life by,
is irregular in his own life.
V. A. Should this be the case, is it not to be feared that 69you are
dressing up philosophy in false colors? For what stronger argument can
there be that it is of little use than that some very profound
philosophers live in a discreditable manner?
M. That, indeed, is no argument at all, for as all the fields which
are cultivated are not fruitful (and this sentiment of Accius is false,
and asserted without any foundation,
The ground you sow on is of small avail;
To yield a crop good seed can never fail),
it is not every mind which has been properly cultivated that produces
fruit; and, to go on with the comparison, as a field, although it may be
naturally fruitful, cannot produce a crop without dressing, so neither
can the mind without education; such is the weakness of either without
the other. Whereas philosophy is the culture of the mind: this it is
which plucks up vices by the roots; prepares the mind for the receiving
of seeds; commits them to it, or, as I may say, sows them, in the hope
that, when come to maturity, they may produce a plentiful harvest. Let
us proceed, then, as we began. Say, if you please, what shall be the
subject of our disputation.
A. I look on pain to be the greatest of all evils.
M. What, even greater than infamy?
A. I dare not indeed assert that; and I blush to think I am so soon
driven from my ground.
M. You would have had greater reason for blushing had you persevered
in it; for what is so unbecoming—what can appear worse to you, than
disgrace, wickedness, immorality? To avoid which, what pain is there
which we ought not (I will not say to avoid shirking, but even) of our
own accord to encounter, and undergo, and even to court?
A. I am entirely of that opinion; but, notwithstanding that pain is
not the greatest evil, yet surely it is an evil.
M. Do you perceive, then, how much of the terror of pain you have
given up on a small hint?
A. I see that plainly; but I should be glad to give up more of it.
M. I will endeavor to make you do so; but it is a great 70undertaking,
and I must have a disposition on your part which is not inclined to
offer any obstacles.
A. You shall have such: for as I behaved yesterday, so now I will
follow reason wherever she leads.
VI. M. First, then, I will speak of the weakness of many philosophers,
and those, too, of various sects; the head of whom, both in authority
and antiquity, was Aristippus, the pupil of Socrates, who hesitated not
to say that pain was the greatest of all evils. And after him Epicurus
easily gave in to this effeminate and enervated doctrine. After him
Hieronymus the Rhodian said, that to be without pain was the chief good,
so great an evil did pain appear to him to be. The rest, with the
exceptions of Zeno, Aristo, Pyrrho, were pretty much of the same opinion
that you were of just now—that it was indeed an evil, but that there
were many worse. When, then, nature herself, and a certain generous
feeling of virtue, at once prevents you from persisting in the assertion
that pain is the chief evil, and when you were driven from such an
opinion when disgrace was contrasted with pain, shall philosophy, the
preceptress of life, cling to this idea for so many ages? What duty of
life, what praise, what reputation, would be of such consequence that a
man should be desirous of gaining it at the expense of submitting to
bodily pain, when he has persuaded himself that pain is the greatest
evil? On the other side, what disgrace, what ignominy, would he not
submit to that he might avoid pain, when persuaded that it was the
greatest of evils? Besides, what person, if it be only true that pain is
the greatest of evils, is not miserable, not only when he actually feels
pain, but also whenever he is aware that it may befall him. And who is
there whom pain may not befall? So that it is clear that there is
absolutely no one who can possibly be happy. Metrodorus, indeed, thinks
that man perfectly happy whose body is free from all disorders, and who
has an assurance that it will always continue so; but who is there who
can be assured of that?
VII. But Epicurus, indeed, says such things that it should seem that his
design was only to make people laugh; for he affirms somewhere that if a
wise man were to be burned or put to the torture—you expect, perhaps,
71that he is going to say he would bear it, he would support himself
under it with resolution, he would not yield to it (and that by
Hercules! would be very commendable, and worthy of that very Hercules
whom I have just invoked): but even this will not satisfy Epicurus, that
robust and hardy man! No; his wise man, even if he were in Phalaris’s
bull, would say, How sweet it is! how little do I regard it! What,
sweet? Is it not sufficient, if it is not disagreeable? But those very
men who deny pain to be an evil are not in the habit of saying that it
is agreeable to any one to be tormented; they rather say that it is
cruel, or hard to bear, afflicting, unnatural, but still not an evil:
while this man who says that it is the only evil, and the very worst of
all evils, yet thinks that a wise man would pronounce it sweet. I do not
require of you to speak of pain in the same words which Epicurus uses—a
man, as you know, devoted to pleasure: he may make no difference, if he
pleases, between Phalaris’s bull and his own bed; but I cannot allow the
wise man to be so indifferent about pain. If he bears it with courage,
it is sufficient: that he should rejoice in it, I do not expect; for
pain is, beyond all question, sharp, bitter, against nature, hard to
submit to and to bear. Observe Philoctetes: We may allow him to lament,
for he saw Hercules himself groaning loudly through extremity of pain on
Mount Œta. The arrows with which Hercules presented him were then no
consolation to him, when
The viper’s bite, impregnating his veins
With poison, rack’d him with its bitter pains.
And therefore he cries out, desiring help, and wishing to die,
Oh that some friendly hand its aid would lend,
My body from this rock’s vast height to send
Into the briny deep! I’m all on fire,
And by this fatal wound must soon expire.
It is hard to say that the man who was obliged to cry out in this manner
was not oppressed with evil, and great evil too.
VIII. But let us observe Hercules himself, who was subdued by pain at
the very time when he was on the point 72of attaining immortality by
death. What words does Sophocles here put in his mouth, in his
Trachiniæ? who, when Deianira had put upon him a tunic dyed in the
centaur’s blood, and it stuck to his entrails, says,
What tortures I endure no words can tell,
Far greater these, than those which erst befell
From the dire terror of thy consort, Jove—
E’en stern Eurystheus’ dire command above;
This of thy daughter, Œneus, is the fruit,
Beguiling me with her envenom’d suit,
Whose close embrace doth on my entrails prey,
Consuming life; my lungs forbid to play;
The blood forsakes my veins; my manly heart
Forgets to beat; enervated, each part
Neglects its office, while my fatal doom
Proceeds ignobly from the weaver’s loom.
The hand of foe ne’er hurt me, nor the fierce
Giant issuing from his parent earth.
Ne’er could the Centaur such a blow enforce,
No barbarous foe, nor all the Grecian force;
This arm no savage people could withstand,
Whose realms I traversed to reform the land.
Thus, though I ever bore a manly heart,
I fall a victim to a woman’s art.
IX.
Assist, my son, if thou that name dost hear,
My groans preferring to thy mother’s tear:
Convey her here, if, in thy pious heart,
Thy mother shares not an unequal part:
Proceed, be bold, thy father’s fate bemoan,
Nations will join, you will not weep alone.
Oh, what a sight is this same briny source,
Unknown before, through all my labors’ course!
That virtue, which could brave each toil but late,
With woman’s weakness now bewails its fate.
Approach, my son; behold thy father laid,
A wither’d carcass that implores thy aid;
Let all behold: and thou, imperious Jove,
On me direct thy lightning from above:
Now all its force the poison doth assume,
And my burnt entrails with its flame consume.
Crestfallen, unembraced, I now let fall
Listless, those hands that lately conquer’d all;
When the Nemæan lion own’d their force,
And he indignant fell a breathless corse;
The serpent slew, of the Lernean lake,
As did the Hydra of its force partake:
By this, too, fell the Erymanthian boar:
73E’en Cerberus did his weak strength deplore.
This sinewy arm did overcome with ease
That dragon, guardian of the Golden Fleece.
My many conquests let some others trace;
It’s mine to say, I never knew disgrace.31
Can we then, despise pain, when we see Hercules himself giving vent to
his expressions of agony with such impatience?
X. Let us see what Æschylus says, who was not only a poet but a
Pythagorean philosopher also, for that is the account which you have
received of him; how doth he make Prometheus bear the pain he suffered
for the Lemnian theft, when he clandestinely stole away the celestial
fire, and bestowed it on men, and was severely punished by Jupiter for
the theft. Fastened to Mount Caucasus, he speaks thus:
Thou heav’n-born race of Titans here fast bound,
Behold thy brother! As the sailors sound
With care the bottom, and their ships confine
To some safe shore, with anchor and with line;
So, by Jove’s dread decree, the God of fire
Confines me here the victim of Jove’s ire.
With baneful art his dire machine he shapes;
From such a God what mortal e’er escapes?
When each third day shall triumph o’er the night,
Then doth the vulture, with his talons light,
Seize on my entrails; which, in rav’nous guise,
He preys on! then with wing extended flies
Aloft, and brushes with his plumes the gore:
But when dire Jove my liver doth restore,
Back he returns impetuous to his prey,
Clapping his wings, he cuts th’ ethereal way.
Thus do I nourish with my blood this pest,
Confined my arms, unable to contest;
Entreating only that in pity Jove
Would take my life, and this cursed plague remove.
But endless ages past unheard my moan,
Sooner shall drops dissolve this very stone.32
And therefore it scarcely seems possible to avoid calling a man who is
suffering, miserable; and if he is miserable, then pain is an evil.
74XI. A. Hitherto you are on my side; I will see to that by-and-by;
and, in the mean while, whence are those verses? I do not remember them.
M. I will inform you, for you are in the right to ask. Do you see that
I have much leisure?
A. What, then?
M. I imagine, when you were at Athens, you attended frequently at the
schools of the philosophers.
A. Yes, and with great pleasure.
M. You observed, then, that though none of them at that time were very
eloquent, yet they used to mix verses with their harangues.
A. Yes, and particularly Dionysius the Stoic used to employ a great
many.
M. You say right; but they were quoted without any appropriateness or
elegance. But our friend Philo used to give a few select lines and well
adapted; and in imitation of him, ever since I took a fancy to this kind
of elderly declamation, I have been very fond of quoting our poets; and
where I cannot be supplied from them, I translate from the Greek, that
the Latin language may not want any kind of ornament in this kind of
disputation.
But, do you not see how much harm is done by poets? They introduce the
bravest men lamenting over their misfortunes: they soften our minds; and
they are, besides, so entertaining, that we do not only read them, but
get them by heart. Thus the influence of the poets is added to our want
of discipline at home, and our tender and delicate manner of living, so
that between them they have deprived virtue of all its vigor and energy.
Plato, therefore, was right in banishing them from his commonwealth,
where he required the best morals, and the best form of government. But
we, who have all our learning from Greece, read and learn these works of
theirs from our childhood; and look on this as a liberal and learned
education.
XII. But why are we angry with the poets? We may find some philosophers,
those masters of virtue, who have taught that pain was the greatest of
evils. But you, young man, when you said but just now that it appeared
so to you, upon being asked by me what appeared greater than infamy,
gave up that opinion at a word. Suppose I ask 75Epicurus the same
question. He will answer that a trifling degree of pain is a greater
evil than the greatest infamy; for that there is no evil in infamy
itself, unless attended with pain. What pain, then, attends Epicurus,
when he says that very thing, that pain is the greatest evil! And yet
nothing can be a greater disgrace to a philosopher than to talk thus.
Therefore, you allowed enough when you admitted that infamy appeared to
you to be a greater evil than pain. And if you abide by this admission,
you will see how far pain should be resisted; and that our inquiry
should be not so much whether pain be an evil, as how the mind may be
fortified for resisting it. The Stoics infer from some petty quibbling
arguments that it is no evil, as if the dispute were about a word, and
not about the thing itself. Why do you impose upon me, Zeno? For when
you deny what appears very dreadful to me to be an evil, I am deceived,
and am at a loss to know why that which appears to me to be a most
miserable thing should be no evil. The answer is, that nothing is an
evil but what is base and vicious. You return to your trifling, for you
do not remove what made me uneasy. I know that pain is not vice—you
need not inform me of that: but show me that it makes no difference to
me whether I am in pain or not. It has never anything to do, say you,
with a happy life, for that depends upon virtue alone; but yet pain is
to be avoided. If I ask, why? It is disagreeable, against nature, hard
to bear, woful and afflicting.
XIII. Here are many words to express that by so many different forms
which we call by the single word evil. You are defining pain, instead of
removing it, when you say, it is disagreeable, unnatural, scarcely
possible to be endured or borne, nor are you wrong in saying so: but the
man who vaunts himself in such a manner should not give way in his
conduct, if it be true that nothing is good but what is honest, and
nothing evil but what is disgraceful. This would be wishing, not
proving. This argument is a better one, and has more truth in it—that
all things which Nature abhors are to be looked upon as evil; that those
which she approves of are to be considered as good: for when this is
admitted, and the dispute 76about words removed, that which they with
reason embrace, and which we call honest, right, becoming, and sometimes
include under the general name of virtue, appears so far superior to
everything else that all other things which are looked upon as the gifts
of fortune, or the good things of the body, seem trifling and
insignificant; and no evil whatever, nor all the collective body of
evils together, appears to be compared to the evil of infamy. Wherefore,
if, as you granted in the beginning, infamy is worse than pain, pain is
certainly nothing; for while it appears to you base and unmanly to
groan, cry out, lament, or faint under pain; while you cherish notions
of probity, dignity, honor, and, keeping your eye on them, refrain
yourself, pain will certainly yield to virtue, and, by the influence of
imagination, will lose its whole force.—For you must either admit that
there is no such thing as virtue, or you must despise every kind of
pain. Will you allow of such a virtue as prudence, without which no
virtue whatever can even be conceived? What, then? Will that suffer you
to labor and take pains to no purpose? Will temperance permit you to do
anything to excess? Will it be possible for justice to be maintained by
one who through the force of pain discovers secrets, or betrays his
confederates, or deserts many duties of life? Will you act in a manner
consistently with courage, and its attendants, greatness of soul,
resolution, patience, and contempt for all worldly things? Can you hear
yourself called a great man when you lie grovelling, dejected, and
deploring your condition with a lamentable voice; no one would call you
even a man while in such a condition. You must therefore either abandon
all pretensions to courage, or else pain must be put out of the
question.
XIV. You know very well that, even though part of your Corinthian
furniture were gone, the remainder might be safe without that; but if
you lose one virtue (though virtue in reality cannot be lost), still if,
I say, you should acknowledge that you were deficient in one, you would
be stripped of all. Can you, then, call yourself a brave man, of a great
soul, endued with patience and steadiness above the frowns of fortune?
or Philoctetes? for I choose to instance him, rather than yourself, for
he certainly was not 77a brave man, who lay in his bed, which was watered
with his tears,
Whose groans, bewailings, and whose bitter cries,
With grief incessant rent the very skies.
I do not deny pain to be pain—for were that the case, in what would
courage consist?—but I say it should be assuaged by patience, if there
be such a thing as patience: if there be no such thing, why do we speak
so in praise of philosophy? or why do we glory in its name? Does pain
annoy us? Let it sting us to the heart: if you are without defensive
armor, bare your throat to it; but if you are secured by Vulcanian
armor, that is to say by resolution, resist it. Should you fail to do
so, that guardian of your honor, your courage, will forsake and leave
you.—By the laws of Lycurgus, and by those which were given to the
Cretans by Jupiter, or which Minos established under the direction of
Jupiter, as the poets say, the youths of the State are trained by the
practice of hunting, running, enduring hunger and thirst, cold and heat.
The boys at Sparta are scourged so at the altars that blood follows the
lash in abundance; nay, sometimes, as I used to hear when I was there,
they are whipped even to death; and yet not one of them was ever heard
to cry out, or so much as groan. What, then? Shall men not be able to
bear what boys do? and shall custom have such great force, and reason
none at all?
XV. There is some difference between labor and pain; they border upon
one another, but still there is a certain difference between them. Labor
is a certain exercise of the mind or body, in some employment or
undertaking of serious trouble and importance; but pain is a sharp
motion in the body, disagreeable to our senses.—Both these feelings,
the Greeks, whose language is more copious than ours, express by the
common name of Πόνος: therefore they call industrious men painstaking,
or, rather, fond of labor; we, more conveniently, call them laborious;
for laboring is one thing, and enduring pain another. You see, O Greece!
your barrenness of words, sometimes, though you think you are always so
rich in them. I say, then, that there is a difference between laboring
and being in 78pain. When Caius Marius had an operation performed for a
swelling in his thigh, he felt pain; when he headed his troops in a very
hot season, he labored. Yet these two feelings bear some resemblance to
one another; for the accustoming ourselves to labor makes the endurance
of pain more easy to us. And it was because they were influenced by this
reason that the founders of the Grecian form of government provided that
the bodies of their youth should be strengthened by labor, which custom
the Spartans transferred even to their women, who in other cities lived
more delicately, keeping within the walls of their houses; but it was
otherwise with the Spartans.
The Spartan women, with a manly air,
Fatigues and dangers with their husbands share;
They in fantastic sports have no delight,
Partners with them in exercise and fight.
And in these laborious exercises pain interferes sometimes. They are
thrown down, receive blows, have bad falls, and are bruised, and the
labor itself produces a sort of callousness to pain.
XVI. As to military service (I speak of our own, not of that of the
Spartans, for they used to march slowly to the sound of the flute, and
scarce a word of command was given without an anapæst), you may see, in
the first place, whence the very name of an army (exercitus33) is
derived; and, secondly, how great the labor is of an army on its march:
then consider that they carry more than a fortnight’s provision, and
whatever else they may want; that they carry the burden of the
stakes,34 for as to shield, sword, or helmet, they look on them as no
more encumbrance than their own limbs, for they say that arms are the
limbs of a soldier, and those, indeed, they carry so commodiously that,
when there is occasion, they throw down their burdens, and use their
arms as readily as their limbs. Why need I mention the exercises of the
legions? And how great the labor is which is undergone in the running,
encounters, shouts! Hence it is that their minds are worked 79up to make
so light of wounds in action. Take a soldier of equal bravery, but
undisciplined, and he will seem a woman. Why is it that there is this
sensible difference between a raw recruit and a veteran soldier? The age
of the young soldiers is for the most part in their favor; but it is
practice only that enables men to bear labor and despise wounds.
Moreover, we often see, when the wounded are carried off the field, the
raw, untried soldier, though but slightly wounded, cries out most
shamefully; but the more brave, experienced veteran only inquires for
some one to dress his wounds, and says,
Patroclus, to thy aid I must appeal
Ere worse ensue, my bleeding wounds to heal;
The sons of Æsculapius are employ’d,
No room for me, so many are annoy’d.
XVII. This is certainly Eurypylus himself. What an experienced
man!—While his friend is continually enlarging on his misfortunes, you
may observe that he is so far from weeping that he even assigns a reason
why he should bear his wounds with patience.
Who at his enemy a stroke directs,
His sword to light upon himself expects.
Patroclus, I suppose, will lead him off to his chamber to bind up his
wounds, at least if he be a man: but not a word of that; he only
inquires how the battle went:
Say how the Argives bear themselves in fight?
And yet no words can show the truth as well as those, your deeds and
visible sufferings.
Peace! and my wounds bind up;
but though Eurypylus could bear these afflictions, Æsopus could not,
Where Hector’s fortune press’d our yielding troops;
and he explains the rest, though in pain. So unbounded is military glory
in a brave man! Shall, then, a veteran soldier be able to behave in this
manner, and shall a wise and learned man not be able? Surely the latter
might be 80able to bear pain better, and in no small degree either. At
present, however, I am confining myself to what is engendered by
practice and discipline. I am not yet come to speak of reason and
philosophy. You may often hear of old women living without victuals for
three or four days; but take away a wrestler’s provisions but for one
day, and he will implore the aid of Jupiter Olympius, the very God for
whom he exercises himself: he will cry out that he cannot endure it.
Great is the force of custom! Sportsmen will continue whole nights in
the snow; they will bear being almost frozen upon the mountains. From
practice boxers will not so much as utter a groan, however bruised by
the cestus. But what do you think of those to whom a victory in the
Olympic games seemed almost on a par with the ancient consulships of the
Roman people? What wounds will the gladiators bear, who are either
barbarians, or the very dregs of mankind! How do they, who are trained
to it, prefer being wounded to basely avoiding it! How often do they
prove that they consider nothing but the giving satisfaction to their
masters or to the people! for when covered with wounds, they send to
their masters to learn their pleasure: if it is their will, they are
ready to lie down and die. What gladiator, of even moderate reputation,
ever gave a sigh? who ever turned pale? who ever disgraced himself
either in the actual combat, or even when about to die? who that had
been defeated ever drew in his neck to avoid the stroke of death? So
great is the force of practice, deliberation, and custom! Shall this,
then, be done by
A Samnite rascal, worthy of his trade;
and shall a man born to glory have so soft a part in his soul as not to
be able to fortify it by reason and reflection? The sight of the
gladiators’ combats is by some looked on as cruel and inhuman, and I do
not know, as it is at present managed, but it may be so; but when the
guilty fought, we might receive by our ears perhaps (but certainly by
our eyes we could not) better training to harden us against pain and
death.
XVIII. I have now said enough about the effects of exercise, custom, and
careful meditation. Proceed we now 81to consider the force of reason,
unless you have something to reply to what has been said.
A. That I should interrupt you! By no means; for your discourse has
brought me over to your opinion. Let the Stoics, then, think it their
business to determine whether pain be an evil or not, while they
endeavor to show by some strained and trifling conclusions, which are
nothing to the purpose, that pain is no evil. My opinion is, that
whatever it is, it is not so great as it appears; and I say, that men
are influenced to a great extent by some false representations and
appearance of it, and that all which is really felt is capable of being
endured. Where shall I begin, then? Shall I superficially go over what I
said before, that my discourse may have a greater scope?
This, then, is agreed upon by all, and not only by learned men, but also
by the unlearned, that it becomes the brave and magnanimous—those that
have patience and a spirit above this world—not to give way to pain.
Nor has there ever been any one who did not commend a man who bore it in
this manner. That, then, which is expected from a brave man, and is
commended when it is seen, it must surely be base in any one to be
afraid of at its approach, or not to bear when it comes. But I would
have you consider whether, as all the right affections of the soul are
classed under the name of virtues, the truth is that this is not
properly the name of them all, but that they all have their name from
that leading virtue which is superior to all the rest: for the name
“virtue” comes from vir, a man, and courage is the peculiar
distinction of a man: and this virtue has two principal duties, to
despise death and pain. We must, then, exert these, if we would be men
of virtue, or, rather, if we would be men, because virtue (virtus) takes
its very name from vir, man.
XIX. You may inquire, perhaps, how? And such an inquiry is not amiss,
for philosophy is ready with her assistance. Epicurus offers himself to
you, a man far from a bad—or, I should rather say, a very good man: he
advises no more than he knows. “Despise pain,” says he. Who is it saith
this? Is it the same man who calls pain the greatest of all evils? It is
not, indeed, very consistent in him. Let us hear what he says: “If the
pain is excessive, 82it must needs be short.” I must have that over
again, for I do not apprehend what you mean exactly by “excessive” or
“short.” That is excessive than which nothing can be greater; that is
short than which nothing is shorter. I do not regard the greatness of
any pain from which, by reason of the shortness of its continuance, I
shall be delivered almost before it reaches me. But if the pain be as
great as that of Philoctetes, it will appear great indeed to me, but yet
not the greatest that I am capable of bearing; for the pain is confined
to my foot. But my eye may pain me, I may have a pain in the head, or
sides, or lungs, or in every part of me. It is far, then, from being
excessive. Therefore, says he, pain of a long continuance has more
pleasure in it than uneasiness. Now, I cannot bring myself to say so
great a man talks nonsense; but I imagine he is laughing at us. My
opinion is that the greatest pain (I say the greatest, though it may be
ten atoms less than another) is not therefore short, because acute. I
could name to you a great many good men who have been tormented many
years with the acutest pains of the gout. But this cautious man doth not
determine the measure of that greatness or of duration, so as to enable
us to know what he calls excessive with regard to pain, or short with
respect to its continuance. Let us pass him by, then, as one who says
just nothing at all; and let us force him to acknowledge,
notwithstanding he might behave himself somewhat boldly under his colic
and his strangury, that no remedy against pain can be had from him who
looks on pain as the greatest of all evils. We must apply, then, for
relief elsewhere, and nowhere better (if we seek for what is most
consistent with itself) than to those who place the chief good in
honesty, and the greatest evil in infamy. You dare not so much as groan,
or discover the least uneasiness in their company, for virtue itself
speaks to you through them.
XX. Will you, when you may observe children at Lacedæmon, and young men
at Olympia, and barbarians in the amphitheatre, receive the severest
wounds, and bear them without once opening their mouths—will you, I
say, if any pain should by chance attack you, cry out like a woman? Will
you not rather bear it with resolution and constancy? 83and not cry, It
is intolerable; nature cannot bear it! I hear what you say: Boys bear
this because they are led thereto by glory; some bear it through shame,
many through fear, and yet are we afraid that nature cannot bear what is
borne by many, and in such different circumstances? Nature not only
bears it, but challenges it, for there is nothing with her preferable,
nothing which she desires more than credit, and reputation, and praise,
and honor, and glory. I choose here to describe this one thing under
many names, and I have used many that you may have the clearer idea of
it; for what I mean to say is, that whatever is desirable of itself,
proceeding from virtue, or placed in virtue, and commendable on its own
account (which I would rather agree to call the only good than deny it
to be the chief good) is what men should prefer above all things. And as
we declare this to be the case with respect to honesty, so we speak in
the contrary manner of infamy; nothing is so odious, so detestable,
nothing so unworthy of a man. And if you are thoroughly convinced of
this (for, at the beginning of this discourse, you allowed that there
appeared to you more evil in infamy than in pain), it follows that you
ought to have the command over yourself, though I scarcely know how this
expression may seem an accurate one, which appears to represent man as
made up of two natures, so that one should be in command and the other
be subject to it.
XXI. Yet this division does not proceed from ignorance; for the soul
admits of a twofold division, one of which partakes of reason, the other
is without it. When, therefore, we are ordered to give a law to
ourselves, the meaning is, that reason should restrain our rashness.
There is in the soul of every man something naturally soft, low,
enervated in a manner, and languid. Were there nothing besides this, men
would be the greatest of monsters; but there is present to every man
reason, which presides over and gives laws to all; which, by improving
itself, and making continual advances, becomes perfect virtue. It
behooves a man, then, to take care that reason shall have the command
over that part which is bound to practise obedience. In what manner? you
will say. Why, as a master has over his slave, a general over his 84army,
a father over his son. If that part of the soul which I have called soft
behaves disgracefully, if it gives itself up to lamentations and
womanish tears, then let it be restrained, and committed to the care of
friends and relations, for we often see those persons brought to order
by shame whom no reasons can influence. Therefore, we should confine
those feelings, like our servants, in safe custody, and almost with
chains. But those who have more resolution, and yet are not utterly
immovable, we should encourage with our exhortations, as we would good
soldiers, to recollect themselves, and maintain their honor. That wisest
man of all Greece, in the Niptræ, does not lament too much over his
wounds, or, rather, he is moderate in his grief:
Move slow, my friends; your hasty speed refrain,
Lest by your motion you increase my pain.
Pacuvius is better in this than Sophocles, for in the one Ulysses
bemoans his wounds too vehemently; for the very people who carried him
after he was wounded, though his grief was moderate, yet, considering
the dignity of the man, did not scruple to say,
And thou, Ulysses, long to war inured,
Thy wounds, though great, too feebly hast endured.
The wise poet understood that custom was no contemptible instructor how
to bear pain. But the same hero complains with more decency, though in
great pain:
Assist, support me, never leave me so;
Unbind my wounds, oh! execrable woe!
He begins to give way, but instantly checks himself:
Away! begone! but cover first the sore;
For your rude hands but make my pains the more.
Do you observe how he constrains himself? not that his bodily pains were
less, but because he checks the anguish of his mind. Therefore, in the
conclusion of the Niptræ, he blames others, even when he himself is
dying:
Complaints of fortune may become the man,
None but a woman will thus weeping stand.
85And so that soft place in his soul obeys his reason, just as an abashed
soldier does his stern commander.
XXII. The man, then, in whom absolute wisdom exists (such a man, indeed,
we have never as yet seen, but the philosophers have described in their
writings what sort of man he will be, if he should exist); such a man,
or at least that perfect and absolute reason which exists in him, will
have the same authority over the inferior part as a good parent has over
his dutiful children: he will bring it to obey his nod without any
trouble or difficulty. He will rouse himself, prepare and arm himself,
to oppose pain as he would an enemy. If you inquire what arms he will
provide himself with, they will be contention, encouragement, discourse
with himself. He will say thus to himself: Take care that you are guilty
of nothing base, languid, or unmanly. He will turn over in his mind all
the different kinds of honor. Zeno of Elea will occur to him, who
suffered everything rather than betray his confederates in the design of
putting an end to the tyranny. He will reflect on Anaxarchus, the pupil
of Democritus, who, having fallen into the hands of Nicocreon, King of
Cyprus, without the least entreaty for mercy or refusal, submitted to
every kind of torture. Calanus the Indian will occur to him, an ignorant
man and a barbarian, born at the foot of Mount Caucasus, who committed
himself to the flames by his own free, voluntary act. But we, if we have
the toothache, or a pain in the foot, or if the body be anyways
affected, cannot bear it. For our sentiments of pain as well as pleasure
are so trifling and effeminate, we are so enervated and relaxed by
luxuries, that we cannot bear the sting of a bee without crying out. But
Caius Marius, a plain countryman, but of a manly soul, when he had an
operation performed on him, as I mentioned above, at first refused to be
tied down; and he is the first instance of any one’s having had an
operation performed on him without being tied down. Why, then, did
others bear it afterward? Why, from the force of example. You see, then,
that pain exists more in opinion than in nature; and yet the same Marius
gave a proof that there is something very sharp in pain for he would not
submit to have the other thigh cut. So that he bore his pain with
resolution as a man; but, 86like a reasonable person, he was not willing
to undergo any greater pain without some necessary reason. The whole,
then, consists in this—that you should have command over yourself. I
have already told you what kind of command this is; and by considering
what is most consistent with patience, fortitude, and greatness of soul,
a man not only restrains himself, but, somehow or other, mitigates even
pain itself.
XXIII. Even as in a battle the dastardly and timorous soldier throws
away his shield on the first appearance of an enemy, and runs as fast as
he can, and on that account loses his life sometimes, though he has
never received even one wound, when he who stands his ground has nothing
of the sort happen to him, so they who cannot bear the appearance of
pain throw themselves away, and give themselves up to affliction and
dismay. But they that oppose it, often come off more than a match for
it. For the body has a certain resemblance to the soul: as burdens are
more easily borne the more the body is exerted, while they crush us if
we give way, so the soul by exerting itself resists the whole weight
that would oppress it; but if it yields, it is so pressed that it cannot
support itself. And if we consider things truly, the soul should exert
itself in every pursuit, for that is the only security for its doing its
duty. But this should be principally regarded in pain, that we must not
do anything timidly, or dastardly, or basely, or slavishly, or
effeminately, and, above all things, we must dismiss and avoid that
Philoctetean sort of outcry. A man is allowed sometimes to groan, but
yet seldom; but it is not permissible even in a woman to howl; for such
a noise as this is forbidden, by the twelve tables, to be used even at
funerals. Nor does a wise or brave man ever groan, unless when he exerts
himself to give his resolution greater force, as they who run in the
stadium make as much noise as they can. The wrestlers, too, do the same
when they are training; and the boxers, when they aim a blow with the
cestus at their adversary, give a groan, not because they are in pain,
or from a sinking of their spirits, but because their whole body is put
upon the stretch by the throwing-out of these groans, and the blow comes
the stronger.
87XXIV. What! they who would speak louder than ordinary are they
satisfied with working their jaws, sides, or tongue or stretching the
common organs of speech and utterance? The whole body and every muscle
is at full stretch if I may be allowed the expression; every nerve is
exerted to assist their voice. I have actually seen the knees of Marcus
Antonius touch the ground when he was speaking with vehemence for
himself, with relation to the Varian law. For, as the engines you throw
stones or darts with throw them out with the greater force the more they
are strained and drawn back; so it is in speaking, running, or
boxing—the more people strain themselves, the greater their force.
Since, therefore, this exertion has so much influence—if in a moment of
pain groans help to strengthen the mind, let us use them; but if they be
groans of lamentation, if they be the expression of weakness or
abjectness, or unmanly weeping, then I should scarcely call him a man
who yielded to them. For even supposing that such groaning could give
any ease, it still should be considered whether it were consistent with
a brave and resolute man. But if it does not ease our pain, why should
we debase ourselves to no purpose? For what is more unbecoming in a man
than to cry like a woman? But this precept which is laid down with
respect to pain is not confined to it. We should apply this exertion of
the soul to everything else. Is anger inflamed? is lust excited? we must
have recourse to the same citadel, and apply to the same arms. But since
it is pain which we are at present discussing, we will let the other
subjects alone. To bear pain, then, sedately and calmly, it is of great
use to consider with all our soul, as the saying is, how noble it is to
do so, for we are naturally desirous (as I said before, but it cannot be
too often repeated) and very much inclined to what is honorable, of
which, if we discover but the least glimpse, there is nothing which we
are not prepared to undergo and suffer to attain it. From this impulse
of our minds, this desire for genuine glory and honorable conduct, it is
that such dangers are supported in war, and that brave men are not
sensible of their wounds in action, or, if they are sensible of them,
prefer death to the departing but the least step 88from their honor. The
Decii saw the shining swords of their enemies when they were rushing
into the battle. But the honorable character and the glory of the death
which they were seeking made all fear of death of little weight. Do you
imagine that Epaminondas groaned when he perceived that his life was
flowing out with his blood? No; for he left his country triumphing over
the Lacedæmonians, whereas he had found it in subjection to them. These
are the comforts, these are the things that assuage the greatest pain.
XXV. You may ask, How the case is in peace? What is to be done at home?
How we are to behave in bed? You bring me back to the philosophers, who
seldom go to war. Among these, Dionysius of Heraclea, a man certainly of
no resolution, having learned fortitude of Zeno, quitted it on being in
pain; for, being tormented with a pain in his kidneys, in bewailing
himself he cried out that those things were false which he had formerly
conceived of pain. And when his fellow-disciple, Cleanthes, asked him
why he had changed his opinion, he answered, “That the case of any man
who had applied so much time to philosophy, and yet was unable to bear
pain, might be a sufficient proof that pain is an evil; that he himself
had spent many years at philosophy, and yet could not bear pain: it
followed, therefore, that pain was an evil.” It is reported that
Cleanthes on that struck his foot on the ground, and repeated a verse
out of the Epigonæ:
Amphiaraus, hear’st thou this below?
He meant Zeno: he was sorry the other had degenerated from him.
But it was not so with our friend Posidonius, whom I have often seen
myself; and I will tell you what Pompey used to say of him: that when he
came to Rhodes, after his departure from Syria, he had a great desire to
hear Posidonius, but was informed that he was very ill of a severe fit
of the gout; yet he had great inclination to pay a visit to so famous a
philosopher. Accordingly, when he had seen him, and paid his
compliments, and had spoken with great respect of him, he said he was
very sorry that he could not hear him lecture. “But indeed you may,”
89replied the other, “nor will I suffer any bodily pain to occasion so
great a man to visit me in vain.” On this Pompey relates that, as he lay
on his bed, he disputed with great dignity and fluency on this very
subject: that nothing was good but what was honest; and that in his
paroxysms he would often say, “Pain, it is to no purpose;
notwithstanding you are troublesome, I will never acknowledge you an
evil.” And in general all celebrated and notorious afflictions become
endurable by disregarding them.
XXVI. Do we not observe that where those exercises called gymnastic are
in esteem, those who enter the lists never concern themselves about
dangers? that where the praise of riding and hunting is highly esteemed,
they who practice these arts decline no pain? What shall I say of our
own ambitious pursuits or desire of honors? What fire have not
candidates run through to gain a single vote? Therefore Africanus had
always in his hands Xenophon, the pupil of Socrates, being particularly
pleased with his saying, that the same labors were not equally heavy to
the general and to the common man, because the honor itself made the
labor lighter to the general. But yet, so it happens, that even with the
illiterate vulgar an idea of honor is of great influence, though they
cannot understand what it is. They are led by report and common opinion
to look on that as honorable which has the general voice. Not that I
would have you, should the multitude be ever so fond of you, rely on
their judgment, nor approve of everything which they think right: you
must use your own judgment. If you are satisfied with yourself when you
have approved of what is right, you will not only have the mastery over
yourself (which I recommended to you just now), but over everybody, and
everything. Lay this down, then, as a rule, that a great capacity, and
lofty elevation of soul, which distinguishes itself most by despising
and looking down with contempt on pain, is the most excellent of all
things, and the more so if it does not depend on the people and does not
aim at applause, but derives its satisfaction from itself. Besides, to
me, indeed, everything seems the more commendable the less the people
are courted, and the fewer eyes there 90are to see it. Not that you
should avoid the public, for every generous action loves the public
view; yet no theatre for virtue is equal to a consciousness of it.
XXVII. And let this be principally considered: that this bearing of
pain, which I have often said is to be strengthened by an exertion of
the soul, should be the same in everything. For you meet with many who,
through a desire of victory, or for glory, or to maintain their rights,
or their liberty, have boldly received wounds, and borne themselves up
under them; and yet those very same persons, by relaxing that
intenseness of their minds, were unequal to bearing the pain of a
disease; for they did not support themselves under their former
sufferings by reason or philosophy, but by inclination and glory.
Therefore some barbarians and savage people are able to fight very
stoutly with the sword, but cannot bear sickness like men; but the
Grecians, men of no great courage, but as wise as human nature will
admit of, cannot look an enemy in the face, yet the same will bear to be
visited with sickness tolerably, and with a sufficiently manly spirit;
and the Cimbrians and Celtiberians are very alert in battle, but bemoan
themselves in sickness. For nothing can be consistent which has not
reason for its foundation. But when you see those who are led by
inclination or opinion, not retarded by pain in their pursuits, nor
hindered by it from succeeding in them, you may conclude, either that
pain is no evil, or that, notwithstanding you may choose to call an evil
whatever is disagreeable and contrary to nature, yet it is so very
trifling an evil that it may so effectually be got the better of by
virtue as quite to disappear. And I would have you think of this night
and day; for this argument will spread itself, and take up more room
some time or other, and not be confined to pain alone; for if the
motives to all our actions are to avoid disgrace and acquire honor, we
may not only despise the stings of pain, but the storms of fortune,
especially if we have recourse to that retreat which was pointed out in
our yesterday’s discussion; for, as if some God had advised a man who
was pursued by pirates to throw himself overboard, saying, “There is
something at hand to receive you; either a dolphin will take you up, as
it did Arion of 91Methymna; or those horses sent by Neptune to Pelops
(who are said to have carried chariots so rapidly as to be borne up by
the waves) will receive you, and convey you wherever you please. Cast
away all fear.” So, though your pains be ever so sharp and disagreeable,
if the case is not such that it is worth your while to endure them, you
see whither you may betake yourself. I think this will do for the
present. But perhaps you still abide by your opinion.
A. Not in the least, indeed; and I hope I am freed by these two days’
discourses from the fear of two things that I greatly dreaded.
M. To-morrow, then, for rhetoric, as we were saying. But I see we must
not drop our philosophy.
A. No, indeed; we will have the one in the forenoon, and this at the
usual time.
M. It shall be so, and I will comply with your very laudable
inclinations.
I. What reason shall I assign, O Brutus, why, as we consist of mind and
body, the art of curing and preserving the body should be so much sought
after, and the invention of it, as being so useful, should be ascribed
to the immortal Gods; but the medicine of the mind should not have been
so much the object of inquiry while it was unknown, nor so much attended
to and cultivated after its discovery, nor so well received or approved
of by some, and accounted actually disagreeable, and looked upon with an
envious eye by many? Is it because we, by means of the mind, judge of
the pains and disorders of the body, but do not, by means of the body,
arrive at any perception of the disorders of the mind? Hence it comes
that the mind only judges of itself when that very faculty by which it
is judged is in a bad state. Had nature given us faculties for
discerning and viewing herself, and could we go through life by keeping
our eye on her—our best guide—92there would be no reason certainly why
any one should be in want of philosophy or learning; but, as it is, she
has furnished us only with some feeble rays of light, which we
immediately extinguish so completely by evil habits and erroneous
opinions that the light of nature is nowhere visible. The seeds of
virtues are natural to our constitutions, and, were they suffered to
come to maturity, would naturally conduct us to a happy life; but now,
as soon as we are born and received into the world, we are instantly
familiarized with all kinds of depravity and perversity of opinions; so
that we may be said almost to suck in error with our nurse’s milk. When
we return to our parents, and are put into the hands of tutors and
governors, we are imbued with so many errors that truth gives place to
falsehood, and nature herself to established opinion.
II. To these we may add the poets; who, on account of the appearance
they exhibit of learning and wisdom, are heard, read, and got by heart,
and make a deep impression on our minds. But when to these are added the
people, who are, as it were, one great body of instructors, and the
multitude, who declare unanimously for what is wrong, then are we
altogether overwhelmed with bad opinions, and revolt entirely from
nature; so that they seem to deprive us of our best guide who have
decided that there is nothing better for man, nothing more worthy of
being desired by him, nothing more excellent, than honors and commands,
and a high reputation with the people; which indeed every excellent man
aims at; but while he pursues that only true honor which nature has in
view above all other objects, he finds himself busied in arrant trifles,
and in pursuit of no conspicuous form of virtue, but only some shadowy
representation of glory. For glory is a real and express substance, not
a mere shadow. It consists in the united praise of good men, the free
voice of those who form a true judgment of pre-eminent virtue; it is, as
it were, the very echo of virtue; and being generally the attendant on
laudable actions, should not be slighted by good men. But popular fame,
which would pretend to imitate it, is hasty and inconsiderate, and
generally commends wicked and immoral actions, and throws discredit upon
the appearance and beauty of honesty by assuming 93a resemblance of it.
And it is owing to their not being able to discover the difference
between them that some men ignorant of real excellence, and in what it
consists, have been the destruction of their country and of themselves.
And thus the best men have erred, not so much in their intentions as by
a mistaken conduct. What? is no cure to be attempted to be applied to
those who are carried away by the love of money, or the lust of
pleasures, by which they are rendered little short of madmen, which is
the case of all weak people? or is it because the disorders of the mind
are less dangerous than those of the body? or because the body will
admit of a cure, while there is no medicine whatever for the mind?
III. But there are more disorders of the mind than of the body, and they
are of a more dangerous nature; for these very disorders are the more
offensive because they belong to the mind and disturb it; and the mind,
when disordered, is, as Ennius says, in a constant error: it can neither
bear nor endure anything, and is under the perpetual influence of
desires. Now, what disorders can be worse to the body than these two
distempers of the mind (for I overlook others), weakness and desire? But
how, indeed, can it be maintained that the mind cannot prescribe for
itself, when she it is who has invented the medicines for the body,
when, with regard to bodily cures, constitution and nature have a great
share, nor do all who suffer themselves to be cured find that effect
instantly; but those minds which are disposed to be cured, and submit to
the precepts of the wise, may undoubtedly recover a healthy state?
Philosophy is certainly the medicine of the soul, whose assistance we do
not seek from abroad, as in bodily disorders, but we ourselves are bound
to exert our utmost energy and power in order to effect our cure. But as
to philosophy in general, I have, I think, in my Hortensius,
sufficiently spoken of the credit and attention which it deserves: since
that, indeed, I have been continually either disputing or writing on its
most material branches; and I have laid down in these books all the
discussions which took place between myself and my particular friends at
my Tusculan villa. But as I have spoken in the two former of pain and
death, this book shall be 94devoted to the account of the third day of
our disputations.
We came down into the Academy when the day was already declining towards
afternoon, and I asked one of those who were present to propose a
subject for us to discourse on; and then the business was carried on in
this manner:
IV. A. My opinion is, that a wise man is subject to grief.
M. What, and to the other perturbations of mind, as fears, lusts,
anger? For these are pretty much like what the Greeks call πάθη. I might
call them diseases, and that would be a literal translation, but it is
not agreeable to our way of speaking. For envy, delight, and pleasure
are all called by the Greeks diseases, being affections of the mind not
in subordination to reason; but we, I think, are right in calling the
same motions of a disturbed soul perturbations, and in very seldom using
the term diseases; though, perhaps, it appears otherwise to you.
A. I am of your opinion.
M. And do you think a wise man subject to these?
A. Entirely, I think.
M. Then that boasted wisdom is but of small account, if it differs so
little from madness?
A. What? does every commotion of the mind seem to you to be madness?
M. Not to me only; but I apprehend, though I have often been surprised
at it, that it appeared so to our ancestors many ages before Socrates;
from whom is derived all that philosophy which relates to life and
morals.
A. How so?
M. Because the name madness35 implies a sickness of the mind and
disease; that is to say, an unsoundness and an unhealthiness of mind,
which they call madness. But the philosophers call all perturbations of
the soul diseases, and their opinion is that no fool is ever free from
these; but all that are diseased are unsound; and the minds of all fools
are diseased; therefore all fools are mad. For they held that soundness
of the mind depends on a certain 95tranquillity and steadiness; and a
mind which was destitute of these qualities they called insane, because
soundness was inconsistent with a perturbed mind just as much as with a
disordered body.
V. Nor were they less ingenious in calling the state of the soul devoid
of the light of the mind, “a being out of one’s mind,” “a being beside
one’s self.” From whence we may understand that they who gave these
names to things were of the same opinion with Socrates, that all silly
people were unsound, which the Stoics have carefully preserved as being
derived from him; for whatever mind is distempered (and, as I just now
said, the philosophers call all perturbed motions of the mind
distempers) is no more sound than a body is when in a fit of sickness.
Hence it is that wisdom is the soundness of the mind, folly a sort of
unsoundness, which is insanity, or a being out of one’s mind: and these
are much better expressed by the Latin words than the Greek, which you
will find the case also in many other topics. But we will discuss that
point elsewhere: let us now attend to our present subject. The very
meaning of the word describes the whole thing about which we are
inquiring, both as to its substance and character. For we must
necessarily understand by “sound” those whose minds are under no
perturbation from any motion as if it were a disease. They who are
differently affected we must necessarily call “unsound.” So that nothing
is better than what is usual in Latin, to say that they who are run away
with by their lust or anger have quitted the command over themselves;
though anger includes lust, for anger is defined to be the lust of
revenge. They, then, who are said not to be masters of themselves, are
said to be so because they are not under the government of reason, to
which is assigned by nature the power over the whole soul. Why the
Greeks should call this mania, I do not easily apprehend; but we define
it much better than they, for we distinguish this madness (insania),
which, being allied to folly, is more extensive, from what we call
furor, or raving. The Greeks, indeed, would do so too, but they have
no one word that will express it: what we call furor, they call
μελαγχολία, as if the reason 96were affected only by a black bile, and
not disturbed as often by a violent rage, or fear, or grief. Thus we say
Athamas, Alcmæon, Ajax, and Orestes were raving (furere); because a
person affected in this manner was not allowed by the Twelve Tables to
have the management of his own affairs; therefore the words are not, if
he is mad (insanus), but if he begins to be raving (furiosus). For
they looked upon madness to be an unsettled humor that proceeded from
not being of sound mind; yet such a person might perform his ordinary
duties, and discharge the usual and customary requirements of life: but
they considered one that was raving as afflicted with a total blindness
of the mind, which, notwithstanding it is allowed to be greater than
madness, is nevertheless of such a nature that a wise man may be subject
to raving (furor), but cannot possibly be afflicted by insanity
(insania). But this is another question: let us now return to our
original subject.
VI. I think you said that it was your opinion that a wise man was liable
to grief.
A. And so, indeed, I think.
M. It is natural enough to think so, for we are not the offspring of
flints; but we have by nature something soft and tender in our souls,
which may be put into a violent motion by grief, as by a storm; nor did
that Crantor, who was one of the most distinguished men that our Academy
has ever produced, say this amiss: “I am by no means of their opinion
who talk so much in praise of I know not what insensibility, which
neither can exist, nor ought to exist”. “I would choose,” says he, “never
to be ill; but should I be so, still I should choose to retain my
sensation, whether there was to be an amputation or any other separation
of anything from my body. For that insensibility cannot be but at the
expense of some unnatural ferocity of mind, or stupor of body.”But let
us consider whether to talk in this manner be not allowing that we are
weak, and yielding to our softness. Notwithstanding, let us be hardy
enough, not only to lop off every arm of our miseries, but even to pluck
up every fibre of their roots. Yet still something, perhaps, may be left
behind, so deep does folly strike its roots: but whatever may be 97left
it will be no more than is necessary. But let us be persuaded of this,
that unless the mind be in a sound state, which philosophy alone can
effect, there can be no end of our miseries. Wherefore, as we began, let
us submit ourselves to it for a cure; we shall be cured if we choose to
be. I shall advance something further. I shall not treat of grief alone,
though that indeed is the principal thing; but, as I originally
proposed, of every perturbation of the mind, as I termed it; disorder,
as the Greeks call it: and first, with your leave, I shall treat it in
the manner of the Stoics, whose method is to reduce their arguments into
a very small space; afterward I shall enlarge more in my own way.
VII. A man of courage is also full of faith. I do not use the word
confident, because, owing to an erroneous custom of speaking, that word
has come to be used in a bad sense, though it is derived from confiding,
which is commendable. But he who is full of faith is certainly under no
fear; for there is an inconsistency between faith and fear. Now, whoever
is subject to grief is subject to fear; for whatever things we grieve at
when present we dread when hanging over us and approaching. Thus it
comes about that grief is inconsistent with courage: it is very
probable, therefore, that whoever is subject to grief is also liable to
fear, and to a broken kind of spirits and sinking. Now, whenever these
befall a man, he is in a servile state, and must own that he is
overpowered; for whoever admits these feelings, must admit timidity and
cowardice. But these cannot enter into the mind of a man of courage;
neither, therefore, can grief: but the man of courage is the only wise
man; therefore grief cannot befall the wise man. It is, besides,
necessary that whoever is brave should be a man of great soul; that
whoever is a man of a great soul should be invincible; whoever is
invincible looks down with contempt on all things here, and considers
them, beneath him. But no one can despise those things on account of
which he may be affected with grief; from whence it follows that a wise
man is never affected with grief: for all wise men are brave; therefore
a wise man is not subject to grief. And as the eye, when disordered, is
not in a good condition for performing its 98office properly; and as the
other parts, and the whole body itself, when unsettled, cannot perform
their office and business; so the mind, when disordered, is but
ill-fitted to perform its duty. The office of the mind is to use its
reason well; but the mind of a wise man is always in condition to make
the best use of his reason, and therefore is never out of order. But
grief is a disorder of the mind; therefore a wise man will be always
free from it.
VIII. And from these considerations we may get at a very probable
definition of the temperate man, whom the Greeks call σώφρων: and they
call that virtue σωφροσύνην, which I at one time call temperance, at
another time moderation, and sometimes even modesty; but I do not know
whether that virtue may not be properly called frugality, which has a
more confined meaning with the Greeks; for they call frugal men
χρησίμους, which implies only that they are useful; but our name has a
more extensive meaning: for all abstinence, all innocency (which the
Greeks have no ordinary name for, though they might use the word
ἀβλάβεια, for innocency is that disposition of mind which would offend
no one) and several other virtues are comprehended under frugality; but
if this quality were of less importance, and confined in as small a
compass as some imagine, the surname of Piso36 would not have been in
so great esteem. But as we allow him not the name of a frugal man
(frugi), who either quits his post through fear, which is cowardice;
or who reserves to his own use what was privately committed to his
keeping, which is injustice; or who fails in his military undertakings
through rashness, which is folly—for that reason the word frugality
takes in these three virtues of fortitude, justice, and prudence, though
it is indeed common to all virtues, for they are all connected and knit
together. Let us allow, then, frugality itself to be another and fourth
virtue; for its peculiar property seems to be, to govern and appease all
tendencies to too eager a desire after anything, to restrain lust, and
to preserve a decent steadiness in everything. The vice in contrast to
this is called prodigality (nequitia). Frugality, I imagine, is
derived from the 99word fruge, the best thing which the earth produces;
nequitia is derived (though this is perhaps rather more strained;
still, let us try it; we shall only be thought to have been trifling if
there is nothing in what we say) from the fact of everything being to no
purpose (nequicquam) in such a man; from which circumstance he is
called also Nihil, nothing. Whoever is frugal, then, or, if it is more
agreeable to you, whoever is moderate and temperate, such a one must of
course be consistent; whoever is consistent, must be quiet; the quiet
man must be free from all perturbation, therefore from grief likewise:
and these are the properties of a wise man; therefore a wise man must be
free from grief.
IX. So that Dionysius of Heraclea is right when, upon this complaint of
Achilles in Homer,
Well hast thou spoke, but at the tyrant’s name
My rage rekindles, and my soul’s in flame:
’Tis just resentment, and becomes the brave,
Disgraced, dishonor’d like the vilest slave37—
he reasons thus: Is the hand as it should be, when it is affected with a
swelling? or is it possible for any other member of the body, when
swollen or enlarged, to be in any other than a disordered state? Must
not the mind, then, when it is puffed up, or distended, be out of order?
But the mind of a wise man is always free from every kind of disorder:
it never swells, never is puffed up; but the mind when in anger is in a
different state. A wise man, therefore, is never angry; for when he is
angry, he lusts after something; for whoever is angry naturally has a
longing desire to give all the pain he can to the person who he thinks
has injured him; and whoever has this earnest desire must necessarily be
much pleased with the accomplishment of his wishes; hence he is
delighted with his neighbor’s misery; and as a wise man is not capable
of such feelings as these, he is therefore not capable of anger. But
should a wise man be subject to grief, he may likewise 100be subject to
anger; for as he is free from anger, he must likewise be free from
grief. Again, could a wise man be subject to grief, he might also be
liable to pity, or even might be open to a disposition towards envy
(invidentia); I do not say to envy (invidia), for that can only
exist by the very act of envying: but we may fairly form the word
invidentia from invidendo, and so avoid the doubtful name invidia;
for this word is probably derived from in and video, looking too
closely into another’s fortune; as it is said in the Melanippus,
Who envies me the flower of my children?
where the Latin is invidit florem. It may appear not good Latin, but
it is very well put by Accius; for as video governs an accusative
case, so it is more correct to say invideo florem than flori. We are
debarred from saying so by common usage. The poet stood in his own
right, and expressed himself with more freedom.
X. Therefore compassion and envy are consistent in the same man; for
whoever is uneasy at any one’s adversity is also uneasy at another’s
prosperity: as Theophrastus, while he laments the death of his companion
Callisthenes, is at the same time disturbed at the success of Alexander;
and therefore he says that Callisthenes met with man of the greatest
power and good fortune, but one who did not know how to make use of his
good fortune. And as pity is an uneasiness which arises from the
misfortunes of another, so envy is an uneasiness that proceeds from the
good success of another: therefore whoever is capable of pity is capable
of envy. But a wise man is incapable of envy, and consequently incapable
of pity. But were a wise man used to grieve, to pity also would be
familiar to him; therefore to grieve is a feeling which cannot affect a
wise man. Now, though these reasonings of the Stoics, and their
conclusions, are rather strained and distorted, and ought to be
expressed in a less stringent and narrow manner, yet great stress is to
be laid on the opinions of those men who have a peculiarly bold and
manly turn of thought and sentiment. For our friends the Peripatetics,
notwithstanding all their erudition, gravity, and fluency of language,
do not satisfy me about the moderation of these disorders and diseases
101of the soul which they insist upon; for every evil, though moderate, is
in its nature great. But our object is to make out that the wise man is
free from all evil; for as the body is unsound if it is ever so slightly
affected, so the mind under any moderate disorder loses its soundness;
therefore the Romans have, with their usual accuracy of expression,
called trouble, and anguish, and vexation, on account of the analogy
between a troubled mind and a diseased body, disorders. The Greeks call
all perturbation of mind by pretty nearly the same name; for they name
every turbid motion of the soul πάθος, that is to say, a distemper. But
we have given them a more proper name; for a disorder of the mind is
very like a disease of the body. But lust does not resemble sickness;
neither does immoderate joy, which is an elated and exulting pleasure of
the mind. Fear, too, is not very like a distemper, though it is akin to
grief of mind, but properly, as is also the case with sickness of the
body, so too sickness of mind has no name separated from pain. And
therefore I must explain the origin of this pain, that is to say, the
cause that occasions this grief in the mind, as if it were a sickness of
the body. For as physicians think they have found out the cure when they
have discovered the cause of the distemper, so we shall discover the
method of curing melancholy when the cause of it is found out.
XI. The whole cause, then, is in opinion; and this observation applies
not to this grief alone, but to every other disorder of the mind, which
are of four sorts, but consisting of many parts. For as every disorder
or perturbation is a motion of the mind, either devoid of reason, or in
despite of reason, or in disobedience to reason, and as that motion is
excited by an opinion of either good or evil; these four perturbations
are divided equally into two parts: for two of them proceed from an
opinion of good, one of which is an exulting pleasure, that is to say, a
joy elated beyond measure, arising from an opinion of some present great
good; the other is a desire which may fairly be called even a lust, and
is an immoderate inclination after some conceived great good without any
obedience to reason. Therefore these two kinds, the exulting pleasure
and the lust, have their rise from an opinion of good, as 102the other
two, fear and grief, have from an opinion of evil. For fear is an
opinion of some great evil impending over us, and grief is an opinion of
some great evil present; and, indeed, it is a freshly conceived opinion
of an evil so great that to grieve at it seems right: it is of that kind
that he who is uneasy at it thinks he has good reason to be so. Now we
should exert, our utmost efforts to oppose these perturbations—which
are, as it were, so many furies let loose upon us and urged on by
folly—if we are desirous to pass this share of life that is allotted to
us with ease and satisfaction. But of the other feelings I shall speak
elsewhere: our business at present is to drive away grief if we can, for
that shall be the object of our present discussion, since you have said
that it was your opinion that a wise man might be subject to grief,
which I can by no means allow of; for it is a frightful, miserable, and
detestable thing, which we should fly from with our utmost efforts—with
all our sails and oars, as I may say.
XII. That descendant of Tantalus, how does he appear to you—he who
sprung from Pelops, who formerly stole Hippodamia from her
father-in-law, King Œnomaus, and married her by force?—he who was
descended from Jupiter himself, how broken-hearted and dispirited does
he not seem!
Stand off, my friends, nor come within my shade,
That no pollutions your sound hearts pervade,
So foul a stain my body doth partake.
Will you condemn yourself, Thyestes, and deprive yourself of life, on
account of the greatness of another’s crime? What do you think of that
son of Phœbus? Do you not look upon him as unworthy of his own father’s
light?
Hollow his eyes, his body worn away,
His furrow’d cheeks his frequent tears betray;
His beard neglected, and his hoary hairs
Rough and uncomb’d, bespeak his bitter cares.
O foolish Æetes! these are evils which you yourself have been the cause
of, and are not occasioned by any accidents with which chance has
visited you; and you behaved as you did, even after you had been inured
to your distress, and after the first swelling of the mind had
subsided!—whereas grief consists (as I shall show) in the notion of
103some recent evil—but your grief, it is very plain, proceeded from the
loss of your kingdom, not of your daughter, for you hated her, and
perhaps with reason, but you could not calmly bear to part with your
kingdom. But surely it is an impudent grief which preys upon a man for
not being able to command those that are free. Dionysius, it is true,
the tyrant of Syracuse, when driven from his country, taught a school at
Corinth; so incapable was he of living without some authority. But what
could be more impudent than Tarquin, who made war upon those who could
not bear his tyranny; and, when he could not recover his kingdom by the
aid of the forces of the Veientians and the Latins, is said to have
betaken himself to Cuma, and to have died in that city of old age and
grief!
XIII. Do you, then, think that it can befall a wise man to be oppressed
with grief, that is to say, with misery? for, as all perturbation is
misery, grief is the rack itself. Lust is attended with heat, exulting
joy with levity, fear with meanness, but grief with something greater
than these; it consumes, torments, afflicts, and disgraces a man; it
tears him, preys upon his mind, and utterly destroys him: if we do not
so divest ourselves of it as to throw it completely off, we cannot be
free from misery. And it is clear that there must be grief where
anything has the appearance of a present sore and oppressing evil.
Epicurus is of opinion that grief arises naturally from the imagination
of any evil; so that whosoever is eye-witness of any great misfortune,
if he conceives that the like may possibly befall himself, becomes sad
instantly from such an idea. The Cyrenaics think that grief is not
engendered by every kind of evil, but only by unexpected, unforeseen
evil; and that circumstance is, indeed, of no small effect on the
heightening of grief; for whatsoever comes of a sudden appears more
formidable. Hence these lines are deservedly commended:
I knew my son, when first he drew his breath,
Destined by fate to an untimely death;
And when I sent him to defend the Greeks,
War was his business, not your sportive freaks.
XIV. Therefore, this ruminating beforehand upon future evils which you
see at a distance makes their approach 104more tolerable; and on this
account what Euripides makes Theseus say is much commended. You will
give me leave to translate them, as is usual with me:
I treasured up what some learn’d sage did tell,
And on my future misery did dwell;
I thought of bitter death, of being drove
Far from my home by exile, and I strove
With every evil to possess my mind,
That, when they came, I the less care might find.38
But Euripides says that of himself, which Theseus said he had heard from
some learned man, for the poet had been a pupil of Anaxagoras, who, as
they relate, on hearing of the death of his son, said, “I knew that my
son was mortal;” which speech seems to intimate that such things afflict
those men who have not thought on them before. Therefore, there is no
doubt but that all those things which are considered evils are the
heavier from not being foreseen. Though, notwithstanding this is not the
only circumstance which occasions the greatest grief, still, as the
mind, by foreseeing and preparing for it, has great power to make all
grief the less, a man should at all times consider all the events that
may befall him in this life; and certainly the excellence and divine
nature of wisdom consists in taking a near view of, and gaining a
thorough acquaintance with, all human affairs, in not being surprised
when anything happens, and in thinking, before the event, that there is
nothing but what may come to pass.
Wherefore ev’ry man,
When his affairs go on most swimmingly,
E’en then it most behooves to arm himself
Against the coming storm: loss, danger, exile,
Returning ever, let him look to meet;
His son in fault, wife dead, or daughter sick;
All common accidents, and may have happen’d
That nothing shall seem new or strange. But if
Aught has fall’n out beyond his hopes, all that
Let him account clear gain.39
105XV. Therefore, as Terence has so well expressed what he borrowed from
philosophy, shall not we, from whose fountains he drew it, say the same
thing in a better manner, and abide by it with more steadiness? Hence
came that steady countenance, which, according to Xantippe, her husband
Socrates always had; so that she said that she never observed any
difference in his looks when he went out and when he came home. Yet the
look of that old Roman, M. Crassus, who, as Lucilius says, never smiled
but once in his lifetime, was not of this kind, but placid and serene,
for so we are told. He, indeed, might well have had the same look at all
times who never changed his mind, from which the countenance derives its
expression. So that I am ready to borrow of the Cyrenaics those arms
against the accidents and events of life by means of which, by long
premeditation, they break the force of all approaching evils; and at the
same time I think that those very evils themselves arise more from
opinion than nature, for if they were real, no forecast could make them
lighter. But I shall speak more particularly on these matters after I
have first considered Epicurus’s opinion, who thinks that all people
must necessarily be uneasy who believe themselves to be in any evils,
let them be either foreseen and expected, or habitual to them; for with
him evils are not the less by reason of their continuance, nor the
lighter for having been foreseen; and it is folly to ruminate on evils
to come, or such as, perhaps, never may come: every evil is disagreeable
enough when it does come; but he who is constantly considering that some
evil may befall him is loading himself with a perpetual evil; and even
should such evil never light on him, he voluntarily takes upon himself
unnecessary misery, so that he is under constant uneasiness, whether he
actually suffers any evil, or only thinks of it. But he makes the
alleviation of grief depend on two things—a ceasing to think on evil,
and a turning to the contemplation of pleasure. For he thinks that the
mind may possibly be under the power of reason, and follow her
directions: he forbids us, therefore, to mind trouble, and calls us off
from sorrowful reflections; he throws a mist over our eyes to hinder us
from the contemplation of misery. Having sounded a retreat 106from this
statement, he drives our thoughts on again, and encourages them to view
and engage the whole mind in the various pleasures with which he thinks
the life of a wise man abounds, either from reflecting on the past, or
from the hope of what is to come. I have said these things in my own
way; the Epicureans have theirs. However, let us examine what they say;
how they say it is of little consequence.
XVI. In the first place, they are wrong in forbidding men to premeditate
on futurity and blaming their wish to do so; for there is nothing that
breaks the edge of grief and lightens it more than considering, during
one’s whole life, that there is nothing which it is impossible should
happen, or than, considering what human nature is, on what conditions
life was given, and how we may comply with them. The effect of which is
that we are always grieving, but that we never do so; for whoever
reflects on the nature of things, the various turns of life, and the
weakness of human nature, grieves, indeed, at that reflection; but while
so grieving he is, above all other times, behaving as a wise man, for he
gains these two things by it: one, that while he is considering the
state of human nature he is performing the especial duties of
philosophy, and is provided with a triple medicine against adversity—in
the first place, because he has long reflected that such things might
befall him, and this reflection by itself contributes much towards
lessening and weakening all misfortunes; and, secondly, because he is
persuaded that we should bear all the accidents which can happen to man
with the feelings and spirit of a man; and, lastly, because he considers
that what is blamable is the only evil. But it is not your fault that
something has happened to you which it was impossible for man to avoid.
For that withdrawing of our thoughts which he recommends when he calls
us off from contemplating our misfortunes is an imaginary action; for it
is not in our power to dissemble or to forget those evils which lie
heavy on us; they tear, vex, and sting us—they burn us up, and leave no
breathing time. And do you order us to forget them (for such
forgetfulness is contrary to nature), and at the same time deprive us of
the only assistance which nature affords, the being accustomed to them?
107For that, though it is but a slow medicine (I mean that which is
brought by lapse of time), is still a very effectual one. You order me
to employ my thoughts on something good, and forget my misfortunes. You
would say something worthy a great philosopher if you thought those
things good which are best suited to the dignity of human nature.
XVII. Should Pythagoras, Socrates, or Plato say to me, Why are you
dejected or sad? Why do you faint, and yield to fortune, which, perhaps,
may have power to harass and disturb you, but should not quite unman
you? There is great power in the virtues; rouse them, if they chance to
droop. Take fortitude for your guide, which will give you such spirits
that you will despise everything that can befall man, and look on it as
a trifle. Add to this temperance, which is moderation, and which was
just now called frugality, which will not suffer you to do anything base
or bad—for what is worse or baser than an effeminate man? Not even
justice will suffer you to act in this manner, though she seems to have
the least weight in this affair; but still, notwithstanding, even she
will inform you that you are doubly unjust when you both require what
does not belong to you, inasmuch as though you who have been born mortal
demand to be placed in the condition of the immortals, and at the same
time you take it much to heart that you are to restore what was lent
you. What answer will you make to prudence, who informs you that she is
a virtue sufficient of herself both to teach you a good life and also to
secure you a happy one? And, indeed, if she were fettered by external
circumstances, and dependent on others, and if she did not originate in
herself and return to herself, and also embrace everything in herself,
so as to seek no adventitious aid from any quarter, I cannot imagine why
she should appear deserving of such lofty panegyrics, or of being sought
after with such excessive eagerness. Now, Epicurus, if you call me back
to such goods as these, I will obey you, and follow you, and use you as
my guide, and even forget, as you order me, all my misfortunes; and I
will do this the more readily from a persuasion that they are not to be
ranked among evils at all. But you are for bringing my thoughts over to
pleasure. 108What pleasures? Pleasures of the body, I imagine, or such as
are recollected or imagined on account of the body. Is this all? Do I
explain your opinion rightly? for your disciples are used to deny that
we understand at all what Epicurus means. This is what he says, and what
that subtle fellow, old Zeno, who is one of the sharpest of them, used,
when I was attending lectures at Athens, to enforce and talk so loudly
of; saying that he alone was happy who could enjoy present pleasure, and
who was at the same time persuaded that he should enjoy it without pain,
either during the whole or the greatest part of his life; or if, should
any pain interfere, if it was very sharp, then it must be short; should
it be of longer continuance, it would have more of what was sweet than
bitter in it; that whosoever reflected on these things would be happy,
especially if satisfied with the good things which he had already
enjoyed, and if he were without fear of death or of the Gods.
XVIII. You have here a representation of a happy life according to
Epicurus, in the words of Zeno, so that there is no room for
contradiction in any point. What, then? Can the proposing and thinking
of such a life make Thyestes’s grief the less, or Æetes’s, of whom I
spoke above, or Telamon’s, who was driven from his country to penury and
banishment? in wonder at whom men exclaimed thus:
Is this the man surpassing glory raised?
Is this that Telamon so highly praised
By wondering Greece, at whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish’d lustre shone?
Now, should any one, as the same author says, find his spirits sink with
the loss of his fortune, he must apply to those grave philosophers of
antiquity for relief, and not to these voluptuaries: for what great
abundance of good do they promise? Suppose that we allow that to be
without pain is the chief good? Yet that is not called pleasure. But it
is not necessary at present to go through the whole: the question is, to
what point are we to advance in order to abate our grief? Grant that to
be in pain is the greatest evil: whosoever, then, has proceeded so far
as not to be in pain, is he, therefore, in immediate possession of the
greatest good? Why, Epicurus, do we use any evasions, 109and not allow in
our own words the same feeling to be pleasure which you are used to
boast of with such assurance? Are these your words or not? This is what
you say in that book which contains all the doctrine of your school; for
I will perform on this occasion the office of a translator, lest any one
should imagine that I am inventing anything. Thus you speak: “Nor can I
form any notion of the chief good, abstracted from those pleasures which
are perceived by taste, or from what depends on hearing music, or
abstracted from ideas raised by external objects visible to the eye, or
by agreeable motions, or from those other pleasures which are perceived
by the whole man by means of any of his senses; nor can it possibly be
said that the pleasures of the mind are excited only by what is good,
for I have perceived men’s minds to be pleased with the hopes of
enjoying those things which I mentioned above, and with the idea that it
should enjoy them without any interruption from pain.” And these are his
exact words, so that any one may understand what were the pleasures with
which Epicurus was acquainted. Then he speaks thus, a little lower down:
“I have often inquired of those who have been called wise men what would
be the remaining good if they should exclude from consideration all
these pleasures, unless they meant to give us nothing but words. I could
never learn anything from them; and unless they choose that all virtue
and wisdom should vanish and come to nothing, they must say with me that
the only road to happiness lies through those pleasures which I
mentioned above.” What follows is much the same, and his whole book on
the chief good everywhere abounds with the same opinions. Will you,
then, invite Telamon to this kind of life to ease his grief? And should
you observe any one of your friends under affliction, would you rather
prescribe him a sturgeon than a treatise of Socrates? or advise him to
listen to the music of a water organ rather than to Plato? or lay before
him the beauty and variety of some garden, put a nosegay to his nose,
burn perfumes before him, and bid him crown himself with a garland of
roses and woodbines? Should you add one thing more, you would certainly
wipe out all his grief.
110XIX. Epicurus must admit these arguments, or he must take out of his
book what I just now said was a literal translation; or, rather, he must
destroy his whole book, for it is crammed full of pleasures. We must
inquire, then, how we can ease him of his grief who speaks in this
manner:
My present state proceeds from fortune’s stings;
By birth I boast of a descent from kings;
Hence may you see from what a noble height
I’m sunk by fortune to this abject plight.
What! to ease his grief, must we mix him a cup of sweet wine, or
something of that kind? Lo! the same poet presents us with another
sentiment somewhere else:
I, Hector, once so great, now claim your aid.
We should assist her, for she looks out for help:
Where shall I now apply, where seek support?
Where hence betake me, or to whom resort?”
No means remain of comfort or of joy,
In flames my palace, and in ruins Troy;
Each wall, so late superb, deformed nods,
And not an altar’s left t’ appease the Gods.
You know what should follow, and particularly this:
Of father, country, and of friends bereft,
Not one of all these sumptuous temples left;
Which, while the fortune of our house did stand,
With rich wrought ceilings spoke the artist’s hand.
O excellent poet! though despised by those who sing the verses of
Euphorion. He is sensible that all things which come on a sudden are
harder to be borne. Therefore, when he had set off the riches of Priam
to the best advantage, which had the appearance of a long continuance,
what does he add?
Lo! these all perish’d in one blazing pile;
The foe old Priam of his life beguiled,
And with his blood, thy altar, Jove, defiled.
Admirable poetry! There is something mournful in the subject, as well as
in the words and measure. We must drive away this grief of hers: how is
that to be done? Shall we lay her on a bed of down; introduce a singer;
111shall we burn cedar, or present here with some pleasant liquor, and
provide her something to eat? Are these the good things which remove the
most afflicting grief? For you but just now said you knew of no other
good. I should agree with Epicurus that we ought to be called off from
grief to contemplate good things, if we could only agree upon what was
good.
XX. It may be said, What! do you imagine Epicurus really meant this, and
that he maintained anything so sensual? Indeed I do not imagine so, for
I am sensible that he has uttered many excellent things and sentiments,
and delivered maxims of great weight. Therefore, as I said before, I am
speaking of his acuteness, not of his morals. Though he should hold
those pleasures in contempt which he just now commended, yet I must
remember wherein he places the chief good. For he was not contented with
barely saying this, but he has explained what he meant: he says that
taste, and embraces, and sports, and music, and those forms which affect
the eyes with pleasure, are the chief good. Have I invented this? have I
misrepresented him? I should be glad to be confuted; for what am I
endeavoring at but to clear up truth in every question? Well, but the
same man says that pleasure is at its height where pain ceases, and that
to be free from all pain is the very greatest pleasure. Here are three
very great mistakes in a very few words. One is, that he contradicts
himself; for, but just now, he could not imagine anything good unless
the senses were in a manner tickled with some pleasure; but now he says
that to be free from pain is the highest pleasure. Can any one
contradict himself more? The next mistake is, that where there is
naturally a threefold division—the first, to be pleased; next, to be in
pain; the last, to be affected neither by pleasure nor pain—he imagines
the first and the last to be the same, and makes no difference between
pleasure and a cessation of pain. The last mistake he falls into in
common with some others, which is this: that as virtue is the most
desirable thing, and as philosophy has been investigated with a view to
the attainment of it, he has separated the chief good from virtue. But
he commends virtue, and that frequently; and indeed C. Gracchus, when he
had made the 112largest distributions of the public money, and had
exhausted the treasury, nevertheless spoke much of defending the
treasury. What signifies what men say when we see what they do? That
Piso, who was surnamed Frugal, had always harangued against the law that
was proposed for distributing the corn; but when it had passed, though a
man of consular dignity, he came to receive the corn. Gracchus observed
Piso standing in the court, and asked him, in the hearing of the people,
how it was consistent for him to take corn by a law he had himself
opposed. “It was,” said he, “against your distributing my goods to every
man as you thought proper; but, as you do so, I claim my share.” Did not
this grave and wise man sufficiently show that the public revenue was
dissipated by the Sempronian law? Read Gracchus’s speeches, and you will
pronounce him the advocate of the treasury. Epicurus denies that any one
can live pleasantly who does not lead a life of virtue; he denies that
fortune has any power over a wise man; he prefers a spare diet to great
plenty, and maintains that a wise man is always happy. All these things
become a philosopher to say, but they are not consistent with pleasure.
But the reply is, that he doth not mean that pleasure: let him mean
any pleasure, it must be such a one as makes no part of virtue. But
suppose we are mistaken as to his pleasure; are we so, too, as to his
pain? I maintain, therefore, the impropriety of language which that man
uses, when talking of virtue, who would measure every great evil by
pain.
XXI. And indeed the Epicureans, those best of men—for there is no order
of men more innocent—complain that I take great pains to inveigh
against Epicurus. We are rivals, I suppose, for some honor or
distinction. I place the chief good in the mind, he in the body; I in
virtue, he in pleasure; and the Epicureans are up in arms, and implore
the assistance of their neighbors, and many are ready to fly to their
aid. But as for my part, I declare that I am very indifferent about the
matter, and that I consider the whole discussion which they are so
anxious about at an end. For what! is the contention about the Punic
war? on which very subject, though M. Cato and L. Lentulus were of
different opinions, still there was no 113difference between them. But
these men behave with too much heat, especially as the opinions which
they would uphold are no very spirited ones, and such as they dare not
plead for either in the senate or before the assembly of the people, or
before the army or the censors. But, however, I will argue with them
another time, and with such a disposition that no quarrel shall arise
between us; for I shall be ready to yield to their opinions when founded
on truth. Only I must give them this advice: That were it ever so true,
that a wise man regards nothing but the body, or, to express myself with
more decency, never does anything except what is expedient, and views
all things with exclusive reference to his own advantage, as such things
are not very commendable, they should confine them to their own breasts,
and leave off talking with that parade of them.
XXII. What remains is the opinion of the Cyrenaics, who think that men
grieve when anything happens unexpectedly. And that is indeed, as I said
before, a great aggravation of a misfortune; and I know that it appeared
so to Chrysippus—“Whatever falls out unexpected is so much the
heavier.” But the whole question does not turn on this; though the
sudden approach of an enemy sometimes occasions more confusion than it
would if you had expected him, and a sudden storm at sea throws the
sailors into a greater fright than one which they have foreseen; and it
is the same in many other cases. But when you carefully consider the
nature of what was expected, you will find nothing more than that all
things which come on a sudden appear greater; and this upon two
accounts: first of all, because you have not time to consider how great
the accident is; and, secondly, because you are probably persuaded that
you could have guarded against it had you foreseen if, and therefore the
misfortune, having been seemingly encountered by your own fault, makes
your grief the greater. That it is so, time evinces; which, as it
advances, brings with it so much mitigation that though the same
misfortunes continue, the grief not only becomes the less, but in some
cases is entirely removed. Many Carthaginians were slaves at Rome, and
many Macedonians, when Perseus their king was taken prisoner. I saw,
114too, when I was a young man, some Corinthians in the Peloponnesus. They
might all have lamented with Andromache,
but they had perhaps given over lamenting themselves, for by their
countenances, and speech, and other gestures you might have taken them
for Argives or Sicyonians. And I myself was more concerned at the ruined
walls of Corinth than the Corinthians themselves were, whose minds by
frequent reflection and time had become callous to such sights. I have
read a book of Clitomachus, which he sent to his fellow-citizens who
were prisoners, to comfort them after the destruction of Carthage. There
is in it a treatise written by Carneades, which, as Clitomachus says, he
had inserted into his book; the subject was, “That it appeared probable
that a wise man would grieve at the state of subjection of his country,”
and all the arguments which Carneades used against this proposition are
set down in the book. There the philosopher applies such a strong
medicine to a fresh grief as would be quite unnecessary in one of any
continuance; nor, if this very book had been sent to the captives some
years after, would it have found any wounds to cure, but only scars; for
grief, by a gentle progress and slow degrees, wears away imperceptibly.
Not that the circumstances which gave rise to it are altered, or can be,
but that custom teaches what reason should—that those things which
before seemed to be of some consequence are of no such great importance,
after all.
XXIII. It may be said, What occasion is there to apply to reason, or to
any sort of consolation such as we generally make use of, to mitigate
the grief of the afflicted? For we have this argument always at hand,
that nothing ought to appear unexpected. But how will any one be enabled
to bear his misfortunes the better by knowing that it is unavoidable
that such things should happen to man? Saying this subtracts nothing
from the sum of the grief: it only asserts that nothing has fallen out
but what might have been anticipated; and yet this manner of speaking
has some little consolation in it, though I apprehend not a great deal.
Therefore those unlooked-for things have not so much force as to give
rise to all our 115grief; the blow perhaps may fall the heavier, but
whatever happens does not appear the greater on that account. No, it is
the fact of its having happened lately, and not of its having befallen
us unexpectedly, that makes it seem the greater. There are two ways,
then, of discerning the truth, not only of things that seem evil, but of
those that have the appearance of good. For we either inquire into the
nature of the thing, of what description, and magnitude, and importance
it is—as sometimes with regard to poverty, the burden of which we may
lighten when by our disputations we show how few things nature requires,
and of what a trifling kind they are—or, without any subtle arguing, we
refer them to examples, as here we instance a Socrates, there a
Diogenes, and then again that line in Cæcilius,
Wisdom is oft conceal’d in mean attire.
For as poverty is of equal weight with all, what reason can be given why
what was borne by Fabricius should be spoken of by any one else as
unsupportable when it falls upon themselves? Of a piece with this is
that other way of comforting, which consists in pointing out that
nothing has happened but what is common to human nature; for this
argument doth not only inform us what human nature is, but implies that
all things are tolerable which others have borne and are bearing.
XXIV. Is poverty the subject? They tell you of many who have submitted
to it with patience. Is it the contempt of honors? They acquaint you
with some who never enjoyed any, and were the happier for it; and of
those who have preferred a private retired life to public employment,
mentioning their names with respect; they tell you of the verse40 of
that most powerful king who praises an old man, and pronounces him happy
because he was unknown to fame and seemed likely to arrive at the hour
of death in obscurity and without notice. Thus, too, they have examples
for those who are deprived of their children: they who are under any
great grief are comforted by instances of like affliction; and thus the
endurance 116of every misfortune is rendered more easy by the fact of
others having undergone the same, and the fate of others causes what has
happened to appear less important than it has been previously thought,
and reflection thus discovers to us how much opinion had imposed on us.
And this is what the Telamon declares, “I, when my son was born,” etc.;
and thus Theseus, “I on my future misery did dwell;” and Anaxagoras, “I
knew my son was mortal.” All these men, by frequently reflecting on
human affairs, had discovered that they were by no means to be estimated
by the opinion of the multitude; and, indeed, it seems to me to be
pretty much the same case with those who consider beforehand as with
those who derive their remedies from time, excepting that a kind of
reason cures the one, and the other remedy is provided by nature; by
which we discover (and this contains the whole marrow of the matter)
that what was imagined to be the greatest evil is by no means so great
as to defeat the happiness of life. And the effect of this is, that the
blow is greater by reason of its not having been foreseen, and not, as
they suppose, that when similar misfortunes befall two different people,
that man only is affected with grief whom this calamity has befallen
unexpectedly. So that some persons, under the oppression of grief, are
said to have borne it actually worse for hearing of this common
condition of man, that we are born under such conditions as render it
impossible for a man to be exempt from all evil.
XXV. For this reason Carneades, as I see our friend Antiochus writes,
used to blame Chrysippus for commending these verses of Euripides:
Man, doom’d to care, to pain, disease, and strife,
Walks his short journey thro’ the vale of life:
Watchful attends the cradle and the grave,
And passing generations longs to save:
Last, dies himself: yet wherefore should we mourn?
For man must to his kindred dust return;
Submit to the destroying hand of fate,
As ripen’d ears the harvest-sickle wait.41
117He would not allow a speech of this kind to avail at all to the cure of
our grief, for he said it was a lamentable case itself that we were
fallen into the hands of such a cruel fate; and that a speech like that,
preaching up comfort from the misfortunes of another, was a comfort
adapted only to those of a malevolent disposition. But to me it appears
far otherwise; for the necessity of bearing what is the common condition
of humanity forbids your resisting the will of the Gods, and reminds you
that you are a man, which reflection greatly alleviates grief; and the
enumeration of these examples is not produced with a view to please
those of a malevolent disposition, but in order that any one in
affliction may be induced to bear what he observes many others have
previously borne with tranquillity and moderation. For they who are
falling to pieces, and cannot hold together through the greatness of
their grief, should be supported by all kinds of assistance. From whence
Chrysippus thinks that grief is called λύπη, as it were λύσις, that is
to say, a dissolution of the whole man—the whole of which I think may
be pulled up by the roots by explaining, as I said at the beginning, the
cause of grief; for it is nothing else but an opinion and judgment
formed of a present acute evil. And thus any bodily pain, let it be ever
so grievous, may be endurable where any hopes are proposed of some
considerable good; and we receive such consolation from a virtuous and
illustrious life that they who lead such lives are seldom attacked by
grief, or but slightly affected by it.
XXVI. But as besides this opinion of great evil there is this other
added also—that we ought to lament what has happened, that it is right
so to do, and part of our duty, then is brought about that terrible
disorder of mind, grief. And it is to this opinion that we owe all those
various and horrid kinds of lamentation, that neglect of our persons,
that womanish tearing of our cheeks, that striking on our thighs,
breasts, and heads. Thus Agamemnon, in Homer and in Accius,
Tears in his grief his uncomb’d locks;42
from whence comes that pleasant saying of Bion, that the 118foolish king
in his sorrow tore away the hairs of his head, imagining that his grief
would be alleviated by baldness. But men do all these things from being
persuaded that they ought to do so. And thus Æschines inveighs against
Demosthenes for sacrificing within seven days after the death of his
daughter. But with what eloquence, with what fluency, does he attack
him! what sentiments does he collect! what words does he hurl against
him! You may see by this that an orator may do anything; but nobody
would approve of such license if it were not that we have an idea innate
in our minds that every good man ought to lament the loss of a relation
as bitterly as possible. And it is owing to this that some men, when in
sorrow, betake themselves to deserts, as Homer says of Bellerophon:
Distracted in his mind,
Forsook by heaven, forsaking human kind,
Wide o’er the Aleïan field he chose to stray,
A long, forlorn, uncomfortable way!43
And thus Niobe is feigned to have been turned into stone, from her never
speaking, I suppose, in her grief. But they imagine Hecuba to have been
converted into a bitch, from her rage and bitterness of mind. There are
others who love to converse with solitude itself when in grief, as the
nurse in Ennius,
Fain would I to the heavens find earth relate
Medea’s ceaseless woes and cruel fate.44
XXVII. Now all these things are done in grief, from a persuasion of
their truth and propriety and necessity; and it is plain that those who
behave thus do so from a conviction of its being their duty; for should
these mourners by chance drop their grief, and either act or speak for a
moment in a more calm or cheerful manner, they presently check
themselves and return to their lamentations again, and blame themselves
for having been guilty of any intermissions 119from their grief; and
parents and masters generally correct children not by words only, but by
blows, if they show any levity by either word or deed when the family is
under affliction, and, as it were, oblige them to be sorrowful. What!
does it not appear, when you have ceased to mourn, and have discovered
that your grief has been ineffectual, that the whole of that mourning
was voluntary on your part? What does that man say in Terence who
punishes himself, the Self-tormentor?
I think I do my son less harm, O Chremes,
As long as I myself am miserable.
He determines to be miserable: and can any one determine on anything
against his will?
I well might think that I deserved all evil.
He would think he deserved any misfortune were he otherwise than
miserable! Therefore, you see, the evil is in opinion, not in nature.
How is it when some things do of themselves prevent your grieving at
them? as in Homer, so many died and were buried daily that they had not
leisure to grieve: where you find these lines—
The great, the bold, by thousands daily fall,
And endless were the grief to weep for all.
Eternal sorrows what avails to shed?
Greece honors not with solemn fasts the dead:
Enough when death demands the brave to pay
The tribute of a melancholy day.
One chief with patience to the grave resign’d,
Our care devolves on others left behind.45
Therefore it is in our own power to lay aside grief upon occasion; and
is there any opportunity (seeing the thing is in our own power) that we
should let slip of getting rid of care and grief? It was plain that the
friends of Cnæus Pompeius, when they saw him fainting under his wounds,
at the very moment of that most miserable and bitter sight were under
great uneasiness how they themselves, 120surrounded by the enemy as they
were, should escape, and were employed in nothing but encouraging the
rowers and aiding their escape; but when they reached Tyre, they began
to grieve and lament over him. Therefore, as fear with them, prevailed
over grief, cannot reason and true philosophy have the same effect with
a wise man?
XXVIII. But what is there more effectual to dispel grief than the
discovery that it answers no purpose, and has been undergone to no
account? Therefore, if we can get rid of it, we need never have been
subject to it. It must be acknowledged, then, that men take up grief
wilfully and knowingly; and this appears from the patience of those who,
after they have been exercised in afflictions and are better able to
bear whatever befalls them, suppose themselves hardened against fortune;
as that person in Euripides,
Had this the first essay of fortune been,
And I no storms thro’ all my life had seen,
Wild as a colt I’d broke from reason’s sway;
But frequent griefs have taught me to obey.46
As, then, the frequent bearing of misery makes grief the lighter, we
must necessarily perceive that the cause and original of it does not lie
in the calamity itself. Your principal philosophers, or lovers of
wisdom, though they have not yet arrived at perfect wisdom, are not they
sensible that they are in the greatest evil? For they are foolish, and
foolishness is the greatest of all evils, and yet they lament not. How
shall we account for this? Because opinion is not fixed upon that kind
of evil, it is not our opinion that it is right, meet, and our duty to
be uneasy because we are not all wise men. Whereas this opinion is
strongly affixed to that uneasiness where mourning is concerned, which
is the greatest of all grief. Therefore Aristotle, when he blames some
ancient philosophers for imagining that by their genius they had brought
philosophy 121to the highest perfection, says, they must be either
extremely foolish or extremely vain; but that he himself could see that
great improvements had been made therein in a few years, and that
philosophy would in a little time arrive at perfection. And Theophrastus
is reported to have reproached nature at his death for giving to stags
and crows so long a life, which was of no use to them, but allowing only
so short a span to men, to whom length of days would have been of the
greatest use; for if the life of man could have been lengthened, it
would have been able to provide itself with all kinds of learning, and
with arts in the greatest perfection. He lamented, therefore, that he
was dying just when he had begun to discover these. What! does not every
grave and distinguished philosopher acknowledge himself ignorant of many
things, and confess that there are many things which he must learn over
and over again? And yet, though these men are sensible that they are
standing still in the very midway of folly, than which nothing can be
worse, they are under no great affliction, because no opinion that it is
their duty to lament is ever mingled with this knowledge. What shall we
say of those who think it unbecoming in a man to grieve? among whom we
may reckon Q. Maximus, when he buried his son that had been consul, and
L. Paulus, who lost two sons within a few days of one another. Of the
same opinion was M. Cato, who lost his son just after he had been
elected prætor, and many others, whose names I have collected in my book
on Consolation. Now what made these men so easy, but their persuasion
that grief and lamentation was not becoming in a man? Therefore, as some
give themselves up to grief from an opinion that it is right so to do,
they refrained themselves, from an opinion that it was discreditable;
from which we may infer that grief is owing more to opinion than nature.
XXIX. It may be said, on the other side, Who is so mad as to grieve of
his own accord? Pain proceeds from nature, which you must submit to, say
they, agreeably to what even your own Crantor teaches, for it presses
and gains upon you unavoidably, and cannot possibly be resisted. So that
the very same Oileus, in Sophocles, who had before comforted Telamon on
the death of Ajax, on 122hearing of the death of his own son, is
broken-hearted. On this alteration of his mind we have these lines:
Show me the man so well by wisdom taught
That what he charges to another’s fault,
When like affliction doth himself betide,
True to his own wise counsel will abide.47
Now, when they urge these things, their endeavor is to prove that nature
is absolutely and wholly irresistible; and yet the same people allow
that we take greater grief on ourselves than nature requires. What
madness is it, then, in us to require the same from others? But there
are many reasons for our taking grief on us. The first is from the
opinion of some evil, on the discovery and certainty of which grief
comes of course. Besides, many people are persuaded that they are doing
something very acceptable to the dead when they lament bitterly over
them. To these may be added a kind of womanish superstition, in
imagining that when they have been stricken by the afflictions sent by
the Gods, to acknowledge themselves afflicted and humbled by them is the
readiest way of appeasing them. But most men appear to be unaware what
contradictions these things are full of. They commend those who die
calmly, but they blame those who can bear the loss of another with the
same calmness, as if it were possible that it should be true, as is
occasionally said in love speeches, that any one can love another more
than himself. There is, indeed, something excellent in this, and, if you
examine it, something no less just than true, that we love those who
ought to be most dear to us as well as we love ourselves; but to love
them more than ourselves is absolutely impossible; nor is it desirable
in friendship that I should love my friend more than myself, or that he
should love me so; for this would occasion much confusion in life, and
break in upon all the duties of it.
123XXX. But we will speak of this another time: at present it is
sufficient not to attribute our misery to the loss of our friends, nor
to love them more than, if they themselves could be sensible of our
conduct, they would approve of, or at least not more than we do
ourselves. Now as to what they say, that some are not at all appeased by
our consolations; and, moreover, as to what they add, that the
comforters themselves acknowledge they are miserable when fortune varies
the attack and falls on them—in both these cases the solution is easy:
for the fault here is not in nature, but in our own folly; and much may
be said against folly. But men who do not admit of consolation seem to
bespeak misery for themselves; and they who cannot bear their
misfortunes with that temper which they recommend to others are not more
faulty in this particular than most other persons; for we see that
covetous men find fault with others who are covetous, as do the
vainglorious with those who appear too wholly devoted to the pursuit of
glory. For it is the peculiar characteristic of folly to perceive the
vices of others, but to forget its own. But since we find that grief is
removed by length of time, we have the greatest proof that the strength
of it depends not merely on time, but on the daily consideration of it.
For if the cause continues the same, and the man be the same, how can
there be any alteration in the grief, if there is no change in what
occasioned the grief, nor in him who grieves? Therefore it is from daily
reflecting that there is no real evil in the circumstance for which you
grieve, and not from the length of time, that you procure a remedy for
your grief.
XXXI. Here some people talk of moderate grief; but if such be natural,
what occasion is there for consolation? for nature herself will
determine, the measure of it: but if it depends on and is caused by
opinion, the whole opinion should be destroyed. I think that it has been
sufficiently said, that grief arises from an opinion of some present
evil, which includes this belief, that it is incumbent on us to grieve.
To this definition Zeno has added, very justly, that the opinion of this
present evil should be recent. Now this word recent they explain thus:
those are not the only recent things which happened a little while ago;
but as 124long as there shall be any force, or vigor, or freshness in that
imagined evil, so long it is entitled to the name of recent. Take the
case of Artemisia, the wife of Mausolus, King of Caria, who made that
noble sepulchre at Halicarnassus; while she lived, she lived in grief,
and died of it, being worn out by it, for that opinion was always recent
with her: but you cannot call that recent which has already begun to
decay through time. Now the duty of a comforter is, to remove grief
entirely, to quiet it, or draw it off as much as you can, or else to
keep it under, and prevent its spreading any further, and to divert
one’s attention to other matters. There are some who think, with
Cleanthes, that the only duty of a comforter is to prove that what one
is lamenting is by no means an evil. Others, as the Peripatetics, prefer
urging that the evil is not great. Others, with Epicurus, seek to divert
your attention from the evil to good: some think it sufficient to show
that nothing has happened but what you had reason to expect; and this is
the practice of the Cyrenaics. But Chrysippus thinks that the main thing
in comforting is, to remove the opinion from the person who is grieving,
that to grieve is his bounden duty. There are others who bring together
all these various kinds of consolations, for people are differently
affected; as I have done myself in my book on Consolation; for as my own
mind was much disordered, I have attempted in that book to discover
every method of cure. But the proper season is as much to be attended to
in the cure of the mind as of the body; as Prometheus in Æschylus, on
its being said to him,
I think, Prometheus, you this tenet hold,
That all men’s reason should their rage control?
answers,
Yes, when one reason properly applies;
Ill-timed advice will make the storm but rise.48
XXXII. But the principal medicine to be applied in consolation is, to
maintain either that it is no evil at all, 125or a very inconsiderable
one: the next best to that is, to speak of the common condition of life,
having a view, if possible, to the state of the person whom you comfort
particularly. The third is, that it is folly to wear one’s self out with
grief which can avail nothing. For the comfort of Cleanthes is suitable
only for a wise man, who is in no need of any comfort at all; for could
you persuade one in grief that nothing is an evil but what is base, you
would not only cure him of grief, but folly. But the time for such
precepts is not well chosen. Besides, Cleanthes does not seem to me
sufficiently aware that affliction may very often proceed from that very
thing which he himself allows to be the greatest misfortune. For what
shall we say? When Socrates had convinced Alcibiades, as we are told,
that he had no distinctive qualifications as a man different from other
people, and that, in fact, there was no difference between him, though a
man of the highest rank, and a porter; and when Alcibiades became uneasy
at this, and entreated Socrates, with tears in his eyes, to make him a
man of virtue, and to cure him of that mean position; what shall we say
to this, Cleanthes? Was there no evil in what afflicted Alcibiades thus?
What strange things does Lycon say? who, making light of grief, says
that it arises from trifles, from things that affect our fortune or
bodies, not from the evils of the mind. What, then? did not the grief of
Alcibiades proceed from the defects and evils of the mind? I have
already said enough of Epicurus’s consolation.
XXXIII. Nor is that consolation much to be relied on, though it is
frequently practised, and sometimes has some effect, namely, “That you
are not alone in this.” It has its effect, as I said, but not always,
nor with every person, for some reject it; but much depends on the
application of it; for you ought rather to show, not how men in general
have been affected with such evils, but how men of sense have borne
them. As to Chrysippus’s method, it is certainly founded in truth; but
it is difficult to apply it in time of distress. It is a work of no
small difficulty to persuade a person in affliction that he grieves
merely because he thinks it right so to do. Certainly, then, as in
pleadings we do not state all cases alike (if I may adopt 126the language
of lawyers for a moment), but adapt what we have to say to the time, to
the nature of the subject under debate, and to the person; so, too, in
alleviating grief, regard should be had to what kind of cure the party
to be comforted can admit of. But, somehow or other, we have rambled
from what you originally proposed. For your question was concerning a
wise man, with whom nothing can have the appearance of evil that is not
dishonorable; or at least, anything else would seem so small an evil
that by his wisdom he would so overmatch it as to make it wholly
disappear; and such a man makes no addition to his grief through
opinion, and never conceives it right to torment himself above measure,
nor to wear himself out with grief, which is the meanest thing
imaginable. Reason, however, it seems, has demonstrated (though it was
not directly our object at the moment to inquire whether anything can be
called an evil except what is base) that it is in our power to discern
that all the evil which there is in affliction has nothing natural in
it, but is contracted by our own voluntary judgment of it, and the error
of opinion.
XXXIV. But the kind of affliction of which I have treated is that which
is the greatest; in order that when we have once got rid of that, it may
appear a business of less consequence to look after remedies for the
others. For there are certain things which are usually said about
poverty; and also certain statements ordinarily applied to retired and
undistinguished life. There are particular treatises on banishment, on
the ruin of one’s country, on slavery, on weakness, on blindness, and on
every incident that can come under the name of an evil. The Greeks
divide these into different treatises and distinct books; but they do it
for the sake of employment: not but that all such discussions are full
of entertainment. And yet, as physicians, in curing the whole body,
attend to even the most insignificant part of the body which is at all
disordered, so does philosophy act, after it has removed grief in
general; still, if any other deficiency exists—should poverty bite,
should ignominy sting, should banishment bring a dark cloud over us, or
should any of those things which I have just mentioned appear, there is
for each its appropriate 127consolation, which you shall hear whenever you
please. But we must have recourse again to the same original principle,
that a wise man is free from all sorrow, because it is vain, because it
answers no purpose, because it is not founded in nature, but on opinion
and prejudice, and is engendered by a kind of invitation to grieve, when
once men have imagined that it is their duty to do so. When, then, we
have subtracted what is altogether voluntary, that mournful uneasiness
will be removed; yet some little anxiety, some slight pricking, will
still remain. They may indeed call this natural, provided they give it
not that horrid, solemn, melancholy name of grief, which can by no means
consist with wisdom. But how various and how bitter are the roots of
grief! Whatever they are, I propose, after having felled the trunk, to
destroy them all; even if it should be necessary, by allotting a
separate dissertation to each, for I have leisure enough to do so,
whatever time it may take up. But the principle of every uneasiness is
the same, though they may appear under different names. For envy is an
uneasiness; so are emulation, detraction, anguish, sorrow, sadness,
tribulation, lamentation, vexation, grief, trouble, affliction, and
despair. The Stoics define all these different feelings; and all those
words which I have mentioned belong to different things, and do not, as
they seem, express the same ideas; but they are to a certain extent
distinct, as I shall make appear perhaps in another place. These are
those fibres of the roots which, as I said at first, must be traced back
and cut off and destroyed, so that not one shall remain. You say it is a
great and difficult undertaking: who denies it? But what is there of any
excellency which has not its difficulty? Yet philosophy undertakes to
effect it, provided we admit its superintendence. But enough of this.
The other books, whenever you please, shall be ready for you here or
anywhere else.
I. I have often wondered, Brutus, on many occasions, at the ingenuity
and virtues of our countrymen; but nothing has surprised me more than
their development in those studies, which, though they came somewhat
late to us, have been transported into this city from Greece. For the
system of auspices, and religious ceremonies, and courts of justice, and
appeals to the people, the senate, the establishment of an army of
cavalry and infantry, and the whole military discipline, were instituted
as early as the foundation of the city by royal authority, partly too by
laws, not without the assistance of the Gods. Then with what a
surprising and incredible progress did our ancestors advance towards all
kind of excellence, when once the republic was freed from the regal
power! Not that this is a proper occasion to treat of the manners and
customs of our ancestors, or of the discipline and constitution of the
city; for I have elsewhere, particularly in the six books I wrote on the
Republic, given a sufficiently accurate account of them. But while I am
on this subject, and considering the study of philosophy, I meet with
many reasons to imagine that those studies were brought to us from
abroad, and not merely imported, but preserved and improved; for they
had Pythagoras, a man of consummate wisdom and nobleness of character,
in a manner, before their eyes, who was in Italy at the time that Lucius
Brutus, the illustrious founder of your nobility, delivered his country
from tyranny. As the doctrine of Pythagoras spread itself on all sides,
it seems probable to me that it reached this city; and this is not only
probable of itself, but it does really appear to have been the case from
many remains of it. For who can imagine that, when it flourished so much
in that part of Italy which was called Magna Græcia, and in some of the
129largest and most powerful cities, in which, first the name of
Pythagoras, and then that of those men who were afterward his followers,
was in so high esteem; who can imagine, I say, that our people could
shut their ears to what was said by such learned men? Besides, it is
even my opinion that it was the great esteem in which the Pythagoreans
were held, that gave rise to that opinion among those who came after
him, that King Numa was a Pythagorean. For, being acquainted with the
doctrine and principles of Pythagoras, and having heard from their
ancestors that this king was a very wise and just man, and not being
able to distinguish accurately between times and periods that were so
remote, they inferred, from his being so eminent for his wisdom, that he
had been a pupil of Pythagoras.
II. So far we proceed on conjecture. As to the vestiges of the
Pythagoreans, though I might collect many, I shall use but a few;
because they have no connection with our present purpose. For, as it is
reported to have been a custom with them to deliver certain precepts in
a more abstruse manner in verse, and to bring their minds from severe
thought to a more composed state by songs and musical instruments; so
Cato, a writer of the very highest authority, says in his Origins, that
it was customary with our ancestors for the guests at their
entertainments, every one in his turn, to celebrate the praises and
virtues of illustrious men in song to the sound of the flute; from
whence it is clear that poems and songs were then composed for the
voice. And, indeed, it is also clear that poetry was in fashion from the
laws of the Twelve Tables, wherein it is provided that no song should be
made to the injury of another. Another argument of the erudition of
those times is, that they played on instruments before the shrines of
their Gods, and at the entertainments of their magistrates; but that
custom was peculiar to the sect I am speaking of. To me, indeed, that
poem of Appius Cæcus, which Panætius commends so much in a certain
letter of his which is addressed to Quintus Tubero, has all the marks of
a Pythagorean author. We have many things derived from the Pythagoreans
in our customs, which I pass over, that we may 130not seem to have learned
that elsewhere which we look upon ourselves as the inventors of. But to
return to our purpose. How many great poets as well as orators have
sprung up among us! and in what a short time! so that it is evident that
our people could arrive at any learning as soon as they had an
inclination for it. But of other studies I shall speak elsewhere if
there is occasion, as I have already often done.
III. The study of philosophy is certainly of long standing with us; but
yet I do not find that I can give you the names of any philosopher
before the age of Lælius and Scipio, in whose younger days we find that
Diogenes the Stoic, and Carneades the Academic, were sent as ambassadors
by the Athenians to our senate. And as these had never been concerned in
public affairs, and one of them was a Cyrenean, the other a Babylonian,
they certainly would never have been forced from their studies, nor
chosen for that employment, unless the study of philosophy had been in
vogue with some of the great men at that time; who, though they might
employ their pens on other subjects—some on civil law, others on
oratory, others on the history of former times—yet promoted this most
extensive of all arts, the principle of living well, even more by their
life than by their writings. So that of that true and elegant philosophy
(which was derived from Socrates, and is still preserved by the
Peripatetics and by the Stoics, though they express themselves
differently in their disputes with the Academics) there are few or no
Latin records; whether this proceeds from the importance of the thing
itself, or from men’s being otherwise employed, or from their concluding
that the capacity of the people was not equal to the apprehension of
them. But, during this silence, C. Amafinius arose and took upon himself
to speak; on the publishing of whose writings the people were moved, and
enlisted themselves chiefly under this sect, either because the doctrine
was more easily understood, or because they were invited thereto by the
pleasing thoughts of amusement, or that, because there was nothing
better, they laid hold of what was offered them. And after Amafinius,
when many of the same sentiments had written much about them, the
Pythagoreans 131spread over all Italy: but that these doctrines should be
so easily understood and approved of by the unlearned is a great proof
that they were not written with any great subtlety, and they think their
establishment to be owing to this.
IV. But let every one defend his own opinion, for every one is at
liberty to choose what he likes: I shall keep to my old custom; and,
being under no restraint from the laws of any particular school, which
in philosophy every one must necessarily confine himself to, I shall
always inquire what has the most probability in every question, and this
system, which I have often practised on other occasions, I have adhered
closely to in my Tusculan Disputations. Therefore, as I have acquainted
you with the disputations of the three former days, this book shall
conclude the discussion of the fourth day. When we had come down into
the Academy, as we had done the former days, the business was carried on
thus:
M. Let any one say, who pleases, what he would wish to have discussed.
A. I do not think a wise man can possibly be free from every
perturbation of mind.
M. He seemed by yesterday’s discourse to be free from grief; unless
you agreed with us only to avoid taking up time.
A. Not at all on that account, for I was extremely satisfied with your
discourse.
M. You do not think, then, that a wise man is subject to grief?
A. No, by no means.
M. But if that cannot disorder the mind of a wise man, nothing else
can. For what—can such a man be disturbed by fear? Fear proceeds from
the same things when absent which occasion grief when present. Take away
grief, then, and you remove fear.
The two remaining perturbations are, a joy elate above measure, and
lust; and if a wise man is not subject to these, his mind will be always
at rest.
A. I am entirely of that opinion.
M. Which, then, shall we do? Shall I immediately crowd all my sails?
or shall I make use of my oars, as if I were just endeavoring to get
clear of the harbor?
132A. What is it that you mean, for I do not exactly comprehend you?
V. M. Because, Chrysippus and the Stoics, when they discuss the
perturbations of the mind, make great part of their debate to consist in
definitions and distinctions; while they employ but few words on the
subject of curing the mind, and preventing it from being disordered.
Whereas the Peripatetics bring a great many things to promote the cure
of it, but have no regard to their thorny partitions and definitions. My
question, then, was, whether I should instantly unfold the sails of my
eloquence, or be content for a while to make less way with the oars of
logic?
A. Let it be so; for by the employment of both these means the subject
of our inquiry will be more thoroughly discussed.
M. It is certainly the better way; and should anything be too obscure,
you may examine that afterward.
A. I will do so; but those very obscure points you will, as usual,
deliver with more clearness than the Greeks.
M. I will, indeed, endeavor to do so; but it well requires great
attention, lest, by losing one word, the whole should escape you. What
the Greeks call πάθη we choose to name perturbations (or disorders)
rather than diseases; in explaining which, I shall follow, first, that
very old description of Pythagoras, and afterward that of Plato; for
they both divide the mind into two parts, and make one of these partake
of reason, and the other they represent without it. In that which
partakes of reason they place tranquillity, that is to say, a placid and
undisturbed constancy; to the other they assign the turbid motions of
anger and desire, which are contrary and opposite to reason. Let this,
then, be our principle, the spring of all our reasonings. But
notwithstanding, I shall use the partitions and definitions of the
Stoics in describing these perturbations; who seem to me to have shown
very great acuteness on this question.
VI. Zeno’s definition, then, is this: “A perturbation” (which he calls a
πάθος) “is a commotion of the mind repugnant to reason, and against
nature.” Some of them define it even more briefly, saying that a
perturbation is a somewhat too vehement appetite; but by too vehement
they mean an appetite 133that recedes further from the constancy of
nature. But they would have the divisions of perturbations to arise from
two imagined goods, and from two imagined evils; and thus they become
four: from the good proceed lust and joy—joy having reference to some
present good, and lust to some future one. They suppose fear and grief
to proceed from evils: fear from something future, grief from something
present; for whatever things are dreaded as approaching always occasion
grief when present. But joy and lust depend on the opinion of good; as
lust, being inflamed and provoked, is carried on eagerly towards what
has the appearance of good; and joy is transported and exults on
obtaining what was desired: for we naturally pursue those things that
have the appearance of good, and avoid the contrary. Wherefore, as soon
as anything that has the appearance of good presents itself, nature
incites us to endeavor to obtain it. Now, where this strong desire is
consistent and founded on prudence, it is by the Stoics called βούλησις,
and the name which we give it is volition; and this they allow to none
but their wise man, and define it thus: Volition is a reasonable desire;
but whatever is incited too violently in opposition to reason, that is a
lust, or an unbridled desire, which is discoverable in all fools. And,
therefore, when we are affected so as to be placed in any good
condition, we are moved in two ways; for when the mind is moved in a
placid and calm motion, consistent with reason, that is called joy; but
when it exults with a vain, wanton exultation, or immoderate joy, then
that feeling may be called immoderate ecstasy or transport, which they
define to be an elation of the mind without reason. And as we naturally
desire good things, so in like manner we naturally seek to avoid what is
evil; and this avoidance of which, if conducted in accordance with
reason, is called caution; and this the wise man alone is supposed to
have: but that caution which is not under the guidance of reason, but is
attended with a base and low dejection, is called fear. Fear is,
therefore, caution destitute of reason. But a wise man is not affected
by any present evil; while the grief of a fool proceeds from being
affected with an imaginary evil, by which his mind is contracted and
sunk, since it is not under the dominion 134of reason. This, then, is the
first definition, which makes grief to consist in a shrinking of the
mind contrary to the dictates of reason. Thus, there are four
perturbations, and but three calm rational emotions; for grief has no
exact opposite.
VII. But they insist upon it that all perturbations depend on opinion
and judgment; therefore they define them more strictly, in order not
only the better to show how blamable they are, but to discover how much
they are in our power. Grief, then, is a recent opinion of some present
evil, in which it seems to be right that the mind should shrink and be
dejected. Joy is a recent opinion of a present good, in which it seems
to be right that the mind should be elated. Fear is an opinion of an
impending evil which we apprehend will be intolerable. Lust is an
opinion of a good to come, which would be of advantage were it already
come, and present with us. But however I have named the judgments and
opinions of perturbations, their meaning is, not that merely the
perturbations consist in them, but that the effects likewise of these
perturbations do so; as grief occasions a kind of painful pricking, and
fear engenders a recoil or sudden abandonment of the mind, joy gives
rise to a profuse mirth, while lust is the parent of an unbridled habit
of coveting. But that imagination, which I have included in all the
above definitions, they would have to consist in assenting without
warrantable grounds. Now, every perturbation has many subordinate parts
annexed to it of the same kind. Grief is attended with enviousness
(invidentia)—I use that word for instruction’s sake, though it is not
so common; because envy (invidia) takes in not only the person who
envies, but the person, too, who is envied—emulation, detraction, pity,
vexation, mourning, sadness, tribulation, sorrow, lamentation,
solicitude, disquiet of mind, pain, despair, and many other similar
feelings are so too. Under fear are comprehended sloth, shame, terror,
cowardice, fainting, confusion, astonishment. In pleasure they
comprehend malevolence—that is, pleased at another’s
misfortune—delight, boastfulness, and the like. To lust they associate
anger, fury, hatred, enmity, discord, wants, desire, and other feelings
of that kind.
135But they define these in this manner:
VIII. Enviousness (invidentia), they say, is a grief arising from the
prosperous circumstances of another, which are in no degree injurious to
the person who envies; for where any one grieves at the prosperity of
another, by which he is injured, such a one is not properly said to
envy—as when Agamemnon grieves at Hector’s success; but where any one,
who is in no way hurt by the prosperity of another, is in pain at his
success, such a one envies indeed. Now the name “emulation” is taken in
a double sense, so that the same word may stand for praise and
dispraise: for the imitation of virtue is called emulation (however,
that sense of it I shall have no occasion for here, for that carries
praise with it); but emulation is also a term applied to grief at
another’s enjoying what I desired to have, and am without. Detraction
(and I mean by that, jealousy) is a grief even at another’s enjoying
what I had a great inclination for. Pity is a grief at the misery of
another who suffers wrongfully; for no one is moved by pity at the
punishment of a parricide or of a betrayer of his country. Vexation is a
pressing grief. Mourning is a grief at the bitter death of one who was
dear to you. Sadness is a grief attended with tears. Tribulation is a
painful grief. Sorrow, an excruciating grief. Lamentation, a grief where
we loudly bewail ourselves. Solicitude, a pensive grief. Trouble, a
continued grief. Affliction, a grief that harasses the body. Despair, a
grief that excludes all hope of better things to come. But those
feelings which are included under fear, they define thus: There is
sloth, which is a dread of some ensuing labor; shame and terror, which
affect the body—hence blushing attends shame; a paleness, and tremor,
and chattering of the teeth attend terror—cowardice, which is an
apprehension of some approaching evil; dread, a fear that unhinges the
mind, whence comes that line of Ennius,
Then dread discharged all wisdom from my mind;
fainting is the associate and constant attendant on dread; confusion, a
fear that drives away all thought; alarm, a continued fear.
136IX. The different species into which they divide pleasure come under
this description; so that malevolence is a pleasure in the misfortunes
of another, without any advantage to yourself; delight, a pleasure that
soothes the mind by agreeable impressions on the ear. What is said of
the ear may be applied to the sight, to the touch, smell, and taste. All
feelings of this kind are a sort of melting pleasure that dissolves the
mind. Boastfulness is a pleasure that consists in making an appearance,
and setting off yourself with insolence.—The subordinate species of
lust they define in this manner: Anger is a lust of punishing any one
who, as we imagine, has injured us without cause. Heat is anger just
forming and beginning to exist, which the Greeks call θύμωσις. Hatred is
a settled anger. Enmity is anger waiting for an opportunity of revenge.
Discord is a sharper anger conceived deeply in the mind and heart. Want
an insatiable lust. Regret is when one eagerly wishes to see a person
who is absent. Now here they have a distinction; so that with them
regret is a lust conceived on hearing of certain things reported of some
one, or of many, which the Greeks call κατηγορήματα, or predicaments; as
that they are in possession of riches and honors: but want is a lust for
those very honors and riches. But these definers make intemperance the
fountain of all these perturbations; which is an absolute revolt from
the mind and right reason—a state so averse to all rules of reason that
the appetites of the mind can by no means be governed and restrained.
As, therefore, temperance appeases these desires, making them obey right
reason, and maintains the well-weighed judgments of the mind, so
intemperance, which is in opposition to this, inflames, confounds, and
puts every state of the mind into a violent motion. Thus, grief and
fear, and every other perturbation of the mind, have their rise from
intemperance.
X. Just as distempers and sickness are bred in the body from the
corruption of the blood, and the too great abundance of phlegm and bile,
so the mind is deprived of its health, and disordered with sickness,
from a confusion of depraved opinions that are in opposition to one
another. From these perturbations arise, first, diseases, which they
call νοσήματα; and also those feelings which are in opposition 137to these
diseases, and which admit certain faulty distastes or loathings; then
come sicknesses, which are called ἀῤῥωστήματα by the Stoics, and these
two have their opposite aversions. Here the Stoics, especially
Chrysippus, give themselves unnecessary trouble to show the analogy
which the diseases of the mind have to those of the body: but,
overlooking all that they say as of little consequence, I shall treat
only of the thing itself. Let us, then, understand perturbation to imply
a restlessness from the variety and confusion of contradictory opinions;
and that when this heat and disturbance of the mind is of any standing,
and has taken up its residence, as it were, in the veins and marrow,
then commence diseases and sickness, and those aversions which are in
opposition to these diseases and sicknesses.
XI. What I say here may be distinguished in thought, though they are in
fact the same; inasmuch as they both have their rise from lust and joy.
For should money be the object of our desire, and should we not
instantly apply to reason, as if it were a kind of Socratic medicine to
heal this desire, the evil glides into our veins, and cleaves to our
bowels, and from thence proceeds a distemper or sickness, which, when it
is of any continuance, is incurable, and the name of this disease is
covetousness. It is the same with other diseases; as the desire of
glory, a passion for women, to which the Greeks give the name of
φιλογυνεία: and thus all other diseases and sicknesses are generated.
But those feelings which are the contrary of these are supposed to have
fear for their foundation, as a hatred of women, such as is displayed in
the Woman-hater of Atilius; or the hatred of the whole human species, as
Timon is reported to have done, whom they call the Misanthrope. Of the
same kind is inhospitality. And all these diseases proceed from a
certain dread of such things as they hate and avoid. But they define
sickness of mind to be an overweening opinion, and that fixed and deeply
implanted in the heart, of something as very desirable which is by no
means so. What proceeds from aversion, they define thus: a vehement idea
of something to be avoided, deeply implanted, and inherent in our minds,
when there is no reason for avoiding it; and this kind of opinion is a
deliberate 138belief that one understands things of which one is wholly
ignorant. Now, sickness of the mind has all these subordinate divisions:
avarice, ambition, fondness for women, obstinacy, gluttony, drunkenness,
covetousness, and other similar vices. But avarice is a violent opinion
about money, as if it were vehemently to be desired and sought after,
which opinion is deeply implanted and inherent in our minds; and the
definition of all the other similar feelings resembles these. But the
definitions of aversions are of this sort: inhospitality is a vehement
opinion, deeply implanted and inherent in your mind, that you should
avoid a stranger. Thus, too, the hatred of women, like that felt by
Hippolytus, is defined; and the hatred of the human species like that
displayed by Timon.
XII. But to come to the analogy of the state of body and mind, which I
shall sometimes make use of, though more sparingly than the Stoics. Some
men are more inclined to particular disorders than others; and,
therefore, we say that some people are rheumatic, others dropsical, not
because they are so at present, but because they are often so: some are
inclined to fear, others to some other perturbation. Thus in some there
is a continual anxiety, owing to which they are anxious; in some a
hastiness of temper, which differs from anger, as anxiety differs from
anguish: for all are not anxious who are sometimes vexed, nor are they
who are anxious always uneasy in that manner: as there is a difference
between being drunk and drunkenness; and it is one thing to be a lover,
another to be given to women. And this disposition of particular people
to particular disorders is very common: for it relates to all
perturbations; it appears in many vices, though it has no name. Some
are, therefore, said to be envious, malevolent, spiteful, fearful,
pitiful, from a propensity to those perturbations, not from their being
always carried away by them. Now this propensity to these particular
disorders may be called a sickness from analogy with the body; meaning,
that is to say, nothing more than a propensity towards sickness. But
with regard to whatever is good, as some are more inclined to different
good qualities than others, we may call this a facility or tendency:
this tendency to evil is a proclivity or inclination to falling; 139but
where anything is neither good nor bad, it may have the former name.
XIII. Even as there may be, with respect to the body, a disease, a
sickness, and a defect, so it is with the mind. They call that a disease
where the whole body is corrupted; they call that sickness where a
disease is attended with a weakness, and that a defect where the parts
of the body are not well compacted together; from whence it follows that
the members are misshapen, crooked, and deformed. So that these two, a
disease and sickness, proceed from a violent concussion and perturbation
of the health of the whole body; but a defect discovers itself even when
the body is in perfect health. But a disease of the mind is
distinguishable only in thought from a sickness. But a viciousness is a
habit or affection discordant and inconsistent with itself through life.
Thus it happens that, in the one case, a disease and sickness may arise
from a corruption of opinions; in the other case, the consequence may be
inconstancy and inconsistency. For every vice of the mind does not imply
a disunion of parts; as is the case with those who are not far from
being wise men. With them there is that affection which is inconsistent
with itself while it is foolish; but it is not distorted, nor depraved.
But diseases and sicknesses are parts of viciousness; but it is a
question whether perturbations are parts of the same, for vices are
permanent affections: perturbations are such as are restless; so that
they cannot be parts of permanent ones. As there is some analogy between
the nature of the body and mind in evil, so is there in good; for the
distinctions of the body are beauty, strength, health, firmness,
quickness of motion: the same may be said of the mind. The body is said
to be in a good state when all those things on which health depends are
consistent: the same may be said of the mind when its judgments and
opinions are not at variance with one another. And this union is the
virtue of the mind, which, according to some people, is temperance
itself; others make it consist in an obedience to the precepts of
temperance, and a compliance with them, not allowing it to be any
distinct species of itself. But, be it one or the other, it is to be
found only in a wise man. But there is a certain 140soundness of mind,
which even a fool may have, when the perturbation of his mind is removed
by the care and management of his physicians. And as what is called
beauty arises from an exact proportion of the limbs, together with a
certain sweetness of complexion, so the beauty of the mind consists in
an equality and constancy of opinions and judgments, joined to a certain
firmness and stability, pursuing virtue, or containing within itself the
very essence of virtue. Besides, we give the very same names to the
faculties of the mind as we do to the powers of the body, the nerves,
and other powers of action. Thus the velocity of the body is called
swiftness: a praise which we ascribe to the mind, from its running over
in its thoughts so many things in so short a time.
XIV. Herein, indeed, the mind and body are unlike: that though the mind
when in perfect health may be visited by sickness, as the body may, yet
the body may be disordered without our fault; the mind cannot. For all
the disorders and perturbations of the mind proceed from a neglect of
reason; these disorders, therefore, are confined to men: the beasts are
not subject to such perturbations, though they act sometimes as if they
had reason. There is a difference, too, between ingenious and dull men;
the ingenious, like the Corinthian brass, which is long before it
receives rust, are longer before they fall into these perturbations, and
are recovered sooner: the case is different with the dull. Nor does the
mind of an ingenious man fall into every kind of perturbation, for it
never yields to any that are brutish and savage; and some of their
perturbations have at first even the appearance of humanity, as mercy,
grief, and fear. But the sicknesses and diseases of the mind are thought
to be harder to eradicate than those leading vices which are in
opposition to virtues; for vices may be removed, though the diseases of
the mind should continue, which diseases are not cured with that
expedition with which vices are removed. I have now acquainted you with
the arguments which the Stoics put forth with such exactness; which they
call logic, from their close arguing: and since my discourse has got
clear of these rocks, I will proceed with the remainder of it, provided
I have been sufficiently clear in what I have already 141said, considering
the obscurity of the subject I have treated.
A. Clear enough; but should there be occasion for a more exact
inquiry, I shall take another opportunity of asking you. I expect you
now to hoist your sails, as you just now called them, and proceed on
your course.
XV. M. Since I have spoken before of virtue in other places, and shall
often have occasion to speak again (for a great many questions that
relate to life and manners arise from the spring of virtue); and since,
as I say, virtue consists in a settled and uniform affection of mind,
making those persons praiseworthy who are possessed of her, she herself
also, independent of anything else, without regard to any advantage,
must be praiseworthy; for from her proceed good inclinations, opinions,
actions, and the whole of right reason; though virtue may be defined in
a few words to be right reason itself. The opposite to this is
viciousness (for so I choose to translate what the Greeks call κακία,
rather than by perverseness; for perverseness is the name of a
particular vice; but viciousness includes all), from whence arise those
perturbations which, as I just now said, are turbid and violent motions
of the mind, repugnant to reason, and enemies in a high degree to the
peace of the mind and a tranquil life, for they introduce piercing and
anxious cares, and afflict and debilitate the mind through fear; they
violently inflame our hearts with exaggerated appetite, which is in
reality an impotence of mind, utterly irreconcilable with temperance and
moderation, which we sometimes call desire, and sometimes lust, and
which, should it even attain the object of its wishes, immediately
becomes so elated that it loses all its resolution, and knows not what
to pursue; so that he was in the right who said “that exaggerated
pleasure was the very greatest of mistakes.” Virtue, then, alone can
effect the cure of these evils.
XVI. For what is not only more miserable, but more base and sordid, than
a man afflicted, weakened, and oppressed with grief? And little short of
this misery is one who dreads some approaching evil, and who, through
faintheartedness, is under continual suspense. The poets, to express the
greatness of this evil, imagine a stone to 142hang over the head of
Tantalus, as a punishment for his wickedness, his pride, and his
boasting. And this is the common punishment of folly; for there hangs
over the head of every one whose mind revolts from reason some similar
fear. And as these perturbations of the mind, grief and fear, are of a
most wasting nature, so those two others, though of a more merry cast (I
mean lust, which is always coveting something with eagerness, and empty
mirth, which is an exulting joy), differ very little from madness. Hence
you may understand what sort of person he is whom we call at one time
moderate, at another modest or temperate, at another constant and
virtuous; while sometimes we include all these names in the word
frugality, as the crown of all; for if that word did not include all
virtues, it would never have been proverbial to say that a frugal man
does everything rightly. But when the Stoics apply this saying to their
wise man, they seem to exalt him too much, and to speak of him with too
much admiration.
XVII. Whoever, then, through moderation and constancy, is at rest in his
mind, and in calm possession of himself, so as neither to pine with
care, nor be dejected with fear, nor to be inflamed with desire,
coveting something greedily, nor relaxed by extravagant mirth—such a
man is that identical wise man whom we are inquiring for: he is the
happy man, to whom nothing in this life seems intolerable enough to
depress him; nothing exquisite enough to transport him unduly. For what
is there in this life that can appear great to him who has acquainted
himself with eternity and the utmost extent of the universe? For what is
there in human knowledge, or the short span of this life, that can
appear great to a wise man? whose mind is always so upon its guard that
nothing can befall him which is unforeseen, nothing which is unexpected,
nothing, in short, which is new. Such a man takes so exact a survey on
all sides of him, that he always knows the proper place and spot to live
in free from all the troubles and annoyances of life, and encounters
every accident that fortune can bring upon him with a becoming calmness.
Whoever conducts himself in this manner will be free from grief, and
from every other perturbation; and a mind free from these feelings
renders men completely happy; whereas 143a mind disordered and drawn off
from right and unerring reason loses at once, not only its resolution,
but its health.—Therefore the thoughts and declarations of the
Peripatetics are soft and effeminate, for they say that the mind must
necessarily be agitated, but at the same time they lay down certain
bounds beyond which that agitation is not to proceed. And do you set
bounds to vice? or is it no vice to disobey reason? Does not reason
sufficiently declare that there is no real good which you should desire
too ardently, or the possession of which you should allow to transport
you? and that there is no evil that should be able to overwhelm you, or
the suspicion of which should distract you? and that all these things
assume too melancholy or too cheerful an appearance through our own
error? But if fools find this error lessened by time, so that, though
the cause remains the same, they are not affected, in the same manner,
after some time, as they were at first, why, surely a wise man ought not
to be influenced at all by it. But what are those degrees by which we
are to limit it? Let us fix these degrees in grief, a difficult subject,
and one much canvassed.—Fannius writes that P. Rutilius took it much to
heart that his brother was refused the consulship; but he seems to have
been too much affected by this disappointment, for it was the occasion
of his death: he ought, therefore, to have borne it with more
moderation. But let us suppose that while he was bearing this with
moderation, the death of his children had intervened; here would have
started a fresh grief, which, admitting it to be moderate in itself, yet
still must have been a great addition to the other. Now, to these let us
add some acute pains of body, the loss of his fortune, blindness,
banishment. Supposing, then, each separate misfortune to occasion a
separate additional grief, the whole would be too great to be
supportable.
XVIII. The man who attempts to set bounds to vice acts like one who
should throw himself headlong from Leucate, persuaded that he could stop
himself whenever he pleased. Now, as that is impossible, so a perturbed
and disordered mind cannot restrain itself, and stop where it pleases.
Certainly whatever is bad in its increase is bad in its birth. Now grief
and all other perturbations 144are doubtless baneful in their progress,
and have, therefore, no small share of evil at the beginning; for they
go on of themselves when once they depart from reason, for every
weakness is self-indulgent, and indiscreetly launches out, and does not
know where to stop. So that it makes no difference whether you approve
of moderate perturbations of mind, or of moderate injustice, moderate
cowardice, and moderate intemperance; for whoever prescribes bounds to
vice admits a part of it, which, as it is odious of itself, becomes the
more so as it stands on slippery ground, and, being once set forward,
glides on headlong, and cannot by any means be stopped.
XIX. Why should I say more? Why should I add that the Peripatetics say
that these perturbations, which we insist upon it should be extirpated,
are not only natural, but were given to men by nature for a good
purpose? They usually talk in this manner. In the first place, they say
much in praise of anger; they call it the whetstone of courage, and they
say that angry men exert themselves most against an enemy or against a
bad citizen: that those reasons are of little weight which are the
motives of men who think thus, as—it is a just war; it becomes us to
fight for our laws, our liberties, our country: they will allow no force
to these arguments unless our courage is warmed by anger.—Nor do they
confine their argument to warriors; but their opinion is that no one can
issue any rigid commands without some bitterness and anger. In short,
they have no notion of an orator either accusing or even defending a
client without he is spurred on by anger. And though this anger should
not be real, still they think his words and gestures ought to wear the
appearance of it, so that the action of the orator may excite the anger
of his hearer. And they deny that any man has ever been seen who does
not know what it is to be angry; and they name what we call lenity by
the bad appellation of indolence. Nor do they commend only this lust
(for anger is, as I defined it above, the lust of revenge), but they
maintain that kind of lust or desire to be given us by nature for very
good purposes, saying that no one can execute anything well but what he
is in earnest about. Themistocles used to walk in the public places in
the night because he could 145not sleep; and when asked the reason, his
answer was, that Miltiades’s trophies kept him awake. Who has not heard
how Demosthenes used to watch, who said that it gave him pain if any
mechanic was up in a morning at his work before him? Lastly, they urge
that some of the greatest philosophers would never have made that
progress in their studies without some ardent desire spurring them
on.—We are informed that Pythagoras, Democritus, and Plato visited the
remotest parts of the world; for they thought that they ought to go
wherever anything was to be learned. Now, it is not conceivable that
these things could be effected by anything but by the greatest ardor of
mind.
XX. They say that even grief, which we have already said ought to be
avoided as a monstrous and fierce beast, was appointed by nature, not
without some good purpose, in order that men should lament when they had
committed a fault, well knowing they had exposed themselves to
correction, rebuke, and ignominy; for they think that those who can bear
ignominy and infamy without pain have acquired a complete impunity for
all sorts of crimes; for with them reproach is a stronger check than
conscience. From whence we have that scene in Afranius borrowed from
common life; for when the abandoned son saith, “Wretched that I am!” the
severe father replies,
Let him but grieve, no matter what the cause.
And they say the other divisions of sorrow have their use; that pity
incites us to hasten to the assistance of others, and to alleviate the
calamities of men who have undeservedly fallen into them; that even envy
and detraction are not without their use, as when a man sees that
another person has attained what he cannot, or observes another to be
equally successful with himself; that he who should take away fear would
take away all industry in life, which those men exert in the greatest
degree who are afraid of the laws and of the magistrates, who dread
poverty, ignominy, death, and pain. But while they argue thus, they
allow indeed of these feelings being retrenched, though they deny that
they either can or should be plucked up by the roots; so that their
opinion is that mediocrity is 146best in everything. When they reason in
this manner, what think you—is what they say worth attending to or not?
A. I think it is. I wait, therefore, to hear what you will say in
reply to them.
XXI. M. Perhaps I may find something to say; but I will make this
observation first: do you take notice with what modesty the Academics
behave themselves? for they speak plainly to the purpose. The
Peripatetics are answered by the Stoics; they have my leave to fight it
out, who think myself no otherwise concerned than to inquire for what
may seem to be most probable. Our present business is, then, to see if
we can meet with anything in this question which is the probable, for
beyond such approximation to truth as that human nature cannot proceed.
The definition of a perturbation, as Zeno, I think, has rightly
determined it, is thus: That a perturbation is a commotion of the mind
against nature, in opposition to right reason; or, more briefly, thus,
that a perturbation is a somewhat too vehement appetite; and when he
says somewhat too vehement, he means such as is at a greater distance
from the constant course of nature. What can I say to these definitions?
The greater part of them we have from those who dispute with sagacity
and acuteness: some of them expressions, indeed, such as the “ardors of
the mind,” and “the whetstones of virtue,” savoring of the pomp of
rhetoricians. As to the question, if a brave man can maintain his
courage without becoming angry, it may be questioned with regard to the
gladiators; though we often observe much resolution even in them: they
meet, converse, they make objections and demands, they agree about
terms, so that they seem calm rather than angry. But let us admit a man
of the name of Placideianus, who was one of that trade, to be in such a
mind, as Lucilius relates of him,
If for his blood you thirst, the task be mine;
His laurels at my feet he shall resign;
Not but I know, before I reach his heart,
First on myself a wound he will impart.
I hate the man; enraged I fight, and straight
In action we had been, but that I wait
Till each his sword had fitted to his hand.
My rage I scarce can keep within command.
147XXII. But we see Ajax in Homer advancing to meet Hector in battle
cheerfully, without any of this boisterous wrath. For he had no sooner
taken up his arms than the first step which he made inspired his
associates with joy, his enemies with fear; so that even Hector, as he
is represented by Homer,49 trembling, condemned himself for having
challenged him to fight. Yet these heroes conversed together, calmly and
quietly, before they engaged; nor did they show any anger or outrageous
behavior during the combat. Nor do I imagine that Torquatus, the first
who obtained this surname, was in a rage when he plundered the Gaul of
his collar; or that Marcellus’s courage at Clastidium was only owing to
his anger. I could almost swear that Africanus, with whom we are better
acquainted, from our recollection of him being more recent, was noways
inflamed by anger when he covered Alienus Pelignus with his shield, and
drove his sword into the enemy’s breast. There may be some doubt of L.
Brutus, whether he was not influenced by extraordinary hatred of the
tyrant, so as to attack Aruns with more than usual rashness; for I
observe that they mutually killed each other in close fight. Why, then,
do you call in the assistance of anger? Would courage, unless it began
to get 148furious, lose its energy? What! do you imagine that Hercules,
whom the very courage which you would try to represent as anger raised
to heaven, was angry when he engaged the Erymanthian boar, or the Nemæan
lion? Or was Theseus in a passion when he seized on the horns of the
Marathonian bull? Take care how you make courage to depend in the least
on rage. For anger is altogether irrational, and that is not courage
which is void of reason.
XXIII. We ought to hold all things here in contempt; death is to be
looked on with indifference; pains and labors must be considered as
easily supportable. And when these sentiments are established on
judgment and conviction, then will that stout and firm courage take
place; unless you attribute to anger whatever is done with vehemence,
alacrity, and spirit. To me, indeed, that very Scipio50 who was chief
priest, that favorer of the saying of the Stoics, “That no private man
could be a wise man,” does not seem to be angry with Tiberius Gracchus,
even when he left the consul in a hesitating frame of mind, and, though
a private man himself, commanded, with the authority of a consul, that
all who meant well to the republic should follow him. I do not know
whether I have done anything in the republic that has the appearance of
courage; but if I have, I certainly did not do it in wrath. Doth
anything come nearer madness than anger? And indeed Ennius has well
defined it as the beginning of madness. The changing color, the
alteration of our voice, the look of our eyes, our manner of fetching
our breath, the little command we have over our words and actions, how
little do all these things indicate a sound mind! What can make a worse
appearance than Homer’s Achilles, or Agamemnon, during the quarrel? And
as to Ajax, anger drove him into downright madness, and was the occasion
of his death. Courage, therefore, does not want the assistance of anger;
it is sufficiently provided, armed, and prepared of itself. We may as
well say that drunkenness or madness is of service to courage, because
those who 149are mad or drunk often do a great many things with unusual
vehemence. Ajax was always brave; but still he was most brave when he
was in that state of frenzy:
The greatest feat that Ajax e’er achieved
Was, when his single arm the Greeks relieved.
Quitting the field; urged on by rising rage,
Forced the declining troops again t’engage.
Shall we say, then, that madness has its use?
XXIV. Examine the definitions of courage: you will find it does not
require the assistance of passion. Courage is, then, an affection of
mind that endures all things, being itself in proper subjection to the
highest of all laws; or it may be called a firm maintenance of judgment
in supporting or repelling everything that has a formidable appearance,
or a knowledge of what is formidable or otherwise, and maintaining
invariably a stable judgment of all such things, so as to bear them or
despise them; or, in fewer words, according to Chrysippus (for the above
definitions are Sphærus’s, a man of the first ability as a layer-down of
definitions, as the Stoics think. But they are all pretty much alike:
they give us only common notions, some one way, and some another). But
what is Chrysippus’s definition? Fortitude, says he, is the knowledge of
all things that are bearable, or an affection of the mind which bears
and supports everything in obedience to the chief law of reason without
fear. Now, though we should attack these men in the same manner as
Carneades used to do, I fear they are the only real philosophers; for
which of these definitions is there which does not explain that obscure
and intricate notion of courage which every man conceives within
himself? And when it is thus explained, what can a warrior, a commander,
or an orator want more? And no one can think that they will be unable to
behave themselves courageously without anger. What! do not even the
Stoics, who maintain that all fools are mad, make the same inferences?
for, take away perturbations, especially a hastiness of temper, and they
will appear to talk very absurdly. But what they assert is this: they
say that all fools are mad, as all dunghills stink; not that they always
do so, but stir them, and you will perceive it. And in like manner, a
warm-tempered man is 150not always in a passion; but provoke him, and you
will see him run mad. Now, that very warlike anger, which is of such
service in war, what is the use of it to him when he is at home with his
wife, children, and family? Is there, then, anything that a disturbed
mind can do better than one which is calm and steady? Or can any one be
angry without a perturbation of mind? Our people, then, were in the
right, who, as all vices depend on our manners, and nothing is worse
than a passionate disposition, called angry men the only morose men.51
XXV. Anger is in no wise becoming in an orator, though it is not amiss
to affect it. Do you imagine that I am angry when in pleading I use any
extraordinary vehemence and sharpness? What! when I write out my
speeches after all is over and past, am I then angry while writing? Or
do you think Æsopus was ever angry when he acted, or Accius was so when
he wrote? Those men, indeed, act very well, but the orator acts better
than the player, provided he be really an orator; but, then, they carry
it on without passion, and with a composed mind. But what wantonness is
it to commend lust! You produce Themistocles and Demosthenes; to these
you add Pythagoras, Democritus, and Plato. What! do you then call
studies lust? But these studies of the most excellent and admirable
things, such as those were which you bring forward on all occasions,
ought to be composed and tranquil; and what kind of philosophers are
they who commend grief, than which nothing is more detestable? Afranius
has said much to this purpose:
Let him but grieve, no matter what the cause.
But he spoke this of a debauched and dissolute youth. But we are
inquiring into the conduct of a constant and wise man. We may even allow
a centurion or standard-bearer to be angry, or any others, whom, not to
explain too far the mysteries of the rhetoricians, I shall not mention
here; for to touch the passions, where reason cannot be come at, may
have its use; but my inquiry, as I often repeat, is about a wise man.
151XXVI. But even envy, detraction, pity, have their use. Why should you
pity rather than assist, if it is in your power to do so? Is it because
you cannot be liberal without pity? We should not take sorrows on
ourselves upon another’s account; but we ought to relieve others of
their grief if we can. But to detract from another’s reputation, or to
rival him with that vicious emulation which resembles an enmity, of what
use can that conduct be? Now, envy implies being uneasy at another’s
good because one does not enjoy it one’s self; but detraction is the
being uneasy at another’s good, merely because he enjoys it. How can it
be right that you should voluntarily grieve, rather than take the
trouble of acquiring what you want to have? for it is madness in the
highest degree to desire to be the only one that has any particular
happiness. But who can with correctness speak in praise of a mediocrity
of evils? Can any one in whom there is lust or desire be otherwise than
libidinous or desirous? or can a man who is occupied by anger avoid
being angry? or can one who is exposed to any vexation escape being
vexed? or if he is under the influence of fear, must he not be fearful?
Do we look, then, on the libidinous, the angry, the anxious, and the
timid man, as persons of wisdom, of excellence? of which I could speak
very copiously and diffusely, but I wish to be as concise as possible.
And so I will merely say that wisdom is an acquaintance with all divine
and human affairs, and a knowledge of the cause of everything. Hence it
is that it imitates what is divine, and looks upon all human concerns as
inferior to virtue. Did you, then, say that it was your opinion that
such a man was as naturally liable to perturbation as the sea is exposed
to winds? What is there that can discompose such gravity and constancy?
Anything sudden or unforeseen? How can anything of this kind befall one
to whom nothing is sudden and unforeseen that can happen to man? Now, as
to their saying that redundancies should be pared off, and only what is
natural remain, what, I pray you, can be natural which may be too
exuberant?
XXVII. All these assertions proceed from the roots of errors, which must
be entirely plucked up and destroyed, not pared and amputated. But as I
suspect that your inquiry 152is not so much respecting the wise man as
concerning yourself (for you allow that he is free from all
perturbations, and you would willingly be so too yourself), let us see
what remedies there are which may be applied by philosophy to the
diseases of the mind. There is certainly some remedy; nor has nature
been so unkind to the human race as to have discovered so many things
salutary to the body, and none which are medicinal to the mind. She has
even been kinder to the mind than to the body; inasmuch as you must seek
abroad for the assistance which the body requires, while the mind has
all that it requires within itself. But in proportion as the excellency
of the mind is of a higher and more divine nature, the more diligence
does it require; and therefore reason, when it is well applied,
discovers what is best, but when it is neglected, it becomes involved in
many errors. I shall apply, then, all my discourse to you; for though
you pretend to be inquiring about the wise man, your inquiry may
possibly be about yourself. Various, then, are the cures of those
perturbations which I have expounded, for every disorder is not to be
appeased the same way. One medicine must be applied to the man who
mourns, another to the pitiful, another to the person who envies; for
there is this difference to be maintained in all the four perturbations:
we are to consider whether our discourse had better be directed to
perturbations in general, which are a contempt of reason, or a somewhat
too vehement appetite; or whether it would be better applied to
particular descriptions, as, for instance, to fear, lust, and the rest,
and whether it appears preferable to endeavor to remove that which has
occasioned the grief, or rather to attempt wholly to eradicate every
kind of grief. As, should any one grieve that he is poor, the question
is, Would you maintain poverty to be no evil, or would you contend that
a man ought not to grieve at anything? Certainly this last is the best
course; for should you not convince him with regard to poverty, you must
allow him to grieve; but if you remove grief by particular arguments,
such as I used yesterday, the evil of poverty is in some manner removed.
XXVIII. But any perturbation of the mind of this sort may be, as it
were, wiped away by the method of appeasing 153the mind, if you succeed in
showing that there is no good in that which has given rise to joy and
lust, nor any evil in that which has occasioned fear or grief. But
certainly the most effectual cure is to be achieved by showing that all
perturbations are of themselves vicious, and have nothing natural or
necessary in them. As we see, grief itself is easily softened when we
charge those who grieve with weakness and an effeminate mind; or when we
commend the gravity and constancy of those who bear calmly whatever
befalls them here, as accidents to which all men are liable; and,
indeed, this is generally the feeling of those who look on these as real
evils, but yet think they should be borne with resignation. One imagines
pleasure to be a good, another money; and yet the one may be called off
from intemperance, the other from covetousness. The other method and
address, which, at the same time that it removes the false opinion,
withdraws the disorder, has more subtlety in it; but it seldom succeeds,
and is not applicable to vulgar minds, for there are some diseases which
that medicine can by no means remove. For, should any one be uneasy
because he is without virtue, without courage, destitute of a sense of
duty or honesty, his anxiety proceeds from a real evil; and yet we must
apply another method of cure to him, and such a one as all the
philosophers, however they may differ about other things, agree in. For
they must necessarily agree in this, that commotions of the mind in
opposition to right reason are vicious; and that even admitting those
things to be evils which occasion fear or grief, and those to be goods
which provoke desire or joy, yet that very commotion itself is vicious;
for we mean by the expressions magnanimous and brave, one who is
resolute, sedate, grave, and superior to everything in this life; but
one who either grieves, or fears, or covets, or is transported with
passion, cannot come under that denomination; for these things are
consistent only with those who look on the things of this world as
things with which their minds are unequal to contend.
XXIX. Wherefore, as I before said, the philosophers have all one method
of cure, so that we need say nothing about what sort of thing that is
which 154disturbs the mind, but we must speak only concerning the
perturbation itself. Thus, first, with regard to desire itself, when the
business is only to remove that, the inquiry is not to be, whether that
thing be good or evil which provokes lust, but the lust itself is to be
removed; so that whether whatever is honest is the chief good, or
whether it consists in pleasure, or in both these things together, or in
the other three kinds of goods, yet should there be in any one too
vehement an appetite for even virtue itself, the whole discourse should
be directed to the deterring him from that vehemence. But human nature,
when placed in a conspicuous point of view, gives us every argument for
appeasing the mind, and, to make this the more distinct, the laws and
conditions of life should be explained in our discourse. Therefore, it
was not without reason that Socrates is reported, when Euripides was
exhibiting his play called Orestes, to have repeated the first three
verses of that tragedy—
What tragic story men can mournful tell,
Whate’er from fate or from the gods befell,
That human nature can support—52
But, in order to persuade those to whom any misfortune has happened that
they can and ought to bear it, it is very useful to set before them an
enumeration of other persons who have borne similar calamities. Indeed,
the method of appeasing grief was explained in my dispute of yesterday,
and in my book on Consolation, which I wrote in the midst of my own
grief; for I was not myself so wise a man as to be insensible to grief,
and I used this, notwithstanding Chrysippus’s advice to the contrary,
who is against applying a medicine to the agitations of the mind while
they are fresh; but I did it, and committed a violence on nature, that
the greatness of my grief might give way to the greatness of the
medicine.
XXX. But fear borders upon grief, of which I have already said enough;
but I must say a little more on that. Now, as grief proceeds from what
is present, so does fear 155from future evil; so that some have said that
fear is a certain part of grief: others have called fear the harbinger
of trouble, which, as it were, introduces the ensuing evil. Now, the
reasons that make what is present supportable, make what is to come very
contemptible; for, with regard to both, we should take care to do
nothing low or grovelling, soft or effeminate, mean or abject. But,
notwithstanding we should speak of the inconstancy, imbecility, and
levity of fear itself, yet it is of very great service to speak
contemptuously of those very things of which we are afraid. So that it
fell out very well, whether it was by accident or design, that I
disputed the first and second day on death and pain—the two things that
are the most dreaded: now, if what I then said was approved of, we are
in a great degree freed from fear. And this is sufficient, as far as
regards the opinion of evils.
XXXI. Proceed we now to what are goods—that is to say, to joy and
desire. To me, indeed, one thing alone seems to embrace the question of
all that relates to the perturbations of the mind—the fact, namely,
that all perturbations are in our own power; that they are taken up upon
opinion, and are voluntary. This error, then, must be got rid of; this
opinion must be removed; and, as with regard to imagined evils, we are
to make them more supportable, so with respect to goods, we are to
lessen the violent effects of those things which are called great and
joyous. But one thing is to be observed, that equally relates both to
good and evil: that, should it be difficult to persuade any one that
none of those things which disturb the mind are to be looked on as good
or evil, yet a different cure is to be applied to different feelings;
and the malevolent person is to be corrected by one way of reasoning,
the lover by another, the anxious man by another, and the fearful by
another: and it would be easy for any one who pursues the best approved
method of reasoning, with regard to good and evil, to maintain that no
fool can be affected with joy, as he never can have anything good. But,
at present, my discourse proceeds upon the common received notions. Let,
then, honors, riches, pleasures, and the rest be the very good things
which they are imagined to be; yet a too elevated and exulting joy on
the possession 156of them is unbecoming; just as, though it might be
allowable to laugh, to giggle would be indecent. Thus, a mind enlarged
by joy is as blamable as a contraction of it by grief; and eager longing
is a sign of as much levity in desiring as immoderate joy is in
possessing; and, as those who are too dejected are said to be
effeminate, so they who are too elated with joy are properly called
volatile; and as feeling envy is a part of grief, and the being pleased
with another’s misfortune is a kind of joy, both these feelings are
usually corrected by showing the wildness and insensibility of them: and
as it becomes a man to be cautious, but it is unbecoming in him to be
fearful, so to be pleased is proper, but to be joyful improper. I have,
in order that I might be the better understood, distinguished pleasure
from joy. I have already said above, that a contraction of the mind can
never be right, but that an elation of it may; for the joy of Hector in
Nævius is one thing—
’Tis joy indeed to hear my praises sung
By you, who are the theme of honor’s tongue—
but that of the character in Trabea another: “The kind procuress,
allured by my money, will observe my nod, will watch my desires, and
study my will. If I but move the door with my little finger, instantly
it flies open; and if Chrysis should unexpectedly discover me, she will
run with joy to meet me, and throw herself into my arms.”
Now he will tell you how excellent he thinks this:
Not even fortune herself is so fortunate.
XXXII. Any one who attends the least to the subject will be convinced
how unbecoming this joy is. And as they are very shameful who are
immoderately delighted with the enjoyment of venereal pleasures, so are
they very scandalous who lust vehemently after them. And all that which
is commonly called love (and, believe me, I can find out no other name
to call it by) is of such a trivial nature that nothing, I think, is to
be compared to it: of which Cæcilius says,
I hold the man of every sense bereaved
Who grants not Love to be of Gods the chief:
157Whose mighty power whate’er is good effects,
Who gives to each his beauty and defects:
Hence, health and sickness; wit and folly, hence,
The God that love and hatred doth dispense!
An excellent corrector of life this same poetry, which thinks that love,
the promoter of debauchery and vanity, should have a place in the
council of the Gods! I am speaking of comedy, which could not subsist at
all without our approving of these debaucheries. But what said that
chief of the Argonauts in tragedy?
My life I owe to honor less than love.
What, then, are we to say of this love of Medea?—what a train of
miseries did it occasion! And yet the same woman has the assurance to
say to her father, in another poet, that she had a husband
Dearer by love than ever fathers were.
XXXIII. However, we may allow the poets to trifle, in whose fables we
see Jupiter himself engaged in these debaucheries: but let us apply to
the masters of virtue—the philosophers who deny love to be anything
carnal; and in this they differ from Epicurus, who, I think, is not much
mistaken. For what is that love of friendship? How comes it that no one
is in love with a deformed young man, or a handsome old one? I am of
opinion that this love of men had its rise from the Gymnastics of the
Greeks, where these kinds of loves are admissible and permitted;
therefore Ennius spoke well:
The censure of this crime to those is due
Who naked bodies first exposed to view.
Now, supposing them chaste, which I think is hardly possible, they are
uneasy and distressed, and the more so because they contain and refrain
themselves. But, to pass over the love of women, where nature has
allowed more liberty, who can misunderstand the poets in their rape of
Ganymede, or not apprehend what Laius says, and what he desires, in
Euripides? Lastly, what have the principal poets and the most learned
men published of themselves in their poems and songs? What doth Alcæus,
who was 158distinguished in his own republic for his bravery, write on the
love of young men? And as for Anacreon’s poetry, it is wholly on love.
But Ibycus of Rhegium appears, from his writings, to have had this love
stronger on him than all the rest.
XXXIV. Now we see that the loves of all these writers were entirely
libidinous. There have arisen also some among us philosophers (and Plato
is at the head of them, whom Dicæarchus blames not without reason) who
have countenanced love. The Stoics, in truth, say, not only that their
wise man may be a lover, but they even define love itself as an endeavor
to originate friendship out of the appearance of beauty. Now, provided
there is any one in the nature of things without desire, without care,
without a sigh, such a one may be a lover; for he is free from all lust:
but I have nothing to say to him, as it is lust of which I am now
speaking. But should there be any love—as there certainly is—which is
but little, or perhaps not at all, short of madness, such as his is in
the Leucadia—
Should there be any God whose care I am—
it is incumbent on all the Gods to see that he enjoys his amorous
pleasure.
Nothing is more true, and he says very appropriately,
What, are you sane, who at this rate lament?
He seems even to his friends to be out of his senses: then how tragical
he becomes!
Thy aid, divine Apollo, I implore,
And thine, dread ruler of the wat’ry store!
Oh! all ye winds, assist me!
He thinks that the whole world ought to apply itself to help his love:
he excludes Venus alone, as unkind to him.
Thy aid, O Venus, why should I invoke?
He thinks Venus too much employed in her own lust to have regard to
anything else, as if he himself had not said and committed these
shameful things from lust.
159XXXV. Now, the cure for one who is affected in this manner is to show
how light, how contemptible, how very trifling he is in what he desires;
how he may turn his affections to another object, or accomplish his
desires by some other means; or else to persuade him that he may
entirely disregard it: sometimes he is to be led away to objects of
another kind, to study, business, or other different engagements and
concerns: very often the cure is effected by change of place, as sick
people, that have not recovered their strength, are benefited by change
of air. Some people think an old love may be driven out by a new one, as
one nail drives out another: but, above all things, the man thus
afflicted should be advised what madness love is: for of all the
perturbations of the mind, there is not one which is more vehement; for
(without charging it with rapes, debaucheries, adultery, or even incest,
the baseness of any of these being very blamable; not, I say, to mention
these) the very perturbation of the mind in love is base of itself, for,
to pass over all its acts of downright madness, what weakness do not
those very things which are looked upon as indifferent argue?
Affronts and jealousies, jars, squabbles, wars,
Then peace again. The man who seeks to fix
These restless feelings, and to subjugate
Them to some regular law, is just as wise
As one who’d try to lay down rules by which
Men should go mad.53
Now, is not this inconstancy and mutability of mind enough to deter any
one by its own deformity? We are to demonstrate, as was said of every
perturbation, that there are no such feelings which do not consist
entirely of opinion and judgment, and are not owing to ourselves. For if
love were natural, all would be in love, and always so, and all love the
same object; nor would one be deterred by shame, another by reflection,
another by satiety.
XXXVI. Anger, too, when it disturbs the mind any time, leaves no room to
doubt its being madness: by the 160instigation of which we see such
contention as this between brothers:
Where was there ever impudence like thine?
Who on thy malice ever could refine?54
You know what follows: for abuses are thrown out by these brothers with
great bitterness in every other verse; so that you may easily know them
for the sons of Atreus, of that Atreus who invented a new punishment for
his brother:
I who his cruel heart to gall am bent,
Some new, unheard-of torment must invent.
Now, what were these inventions? Hear Thyestes:
My impious brother fain would have me eat
My children, and thus serves them up for meat.
To what length now will not anger go? even as far as madness. Therefore
we say, properly enough, that angry men have given up their power, that
is, they are out of the power of advice, reason, and understanding; for
these ought to have power over the whole mind. Now, you should put those
out of the way whom they endeavor to attack till they have recollected
themselves; but what does recollection here imply but getting together
again the dispersed parts of their mind into their proper place? or else
you must beg and entreat them, if they have the means of revenge, to
defer it to another opportunity, till their anger cools. But the
expression of cooling implies, certainly, that there was a heat raised
in their minds in opposition to reason; from which consideration that
saying of Archytas is commended, who being somewhat provoked at his
steward, “How would I have treated you,” said he, “if I had not been in
a passion?”
XXXVII. Where, then, are they who say that anger has its use? Can
madness be of any use? But still it is natural. Can anything be natural
that is against reason? or how is it, if anger is natural, that one
person is more inclined to anger than another? or that the lust of
revenge should cease before it has revenged itself? or that any one
161should repent of what he had done in a passion? as we see that
Alexander the king did, who could scarcely keep his hands from himself,
when he had killed his favorite Clytus, so great was his compunction.
Now who that is acquainted with these instances can doubt that this
motion of the mind is altogether in opinion and voluntary? for who can
doubt that disorders of the mind, such as covetousness and a desire of
glory, arise from a great estimation of those things by which the mind
is disordered? from whence we may understand that every perturbation of
the mind is founded in opinion. And if boldness—that is to say, a firm
assurance of mind—is a kind of knowledge and serious opinion not
hastily taken up, then diffidence is a fear of an expected and impending
evil; and if hope is an expectation of good, fear must, of course, be an
expectation of evil. Thus fear and other perturbations are evils.
Therefore, as constancy proceeds from knowledge, so does perturbation
from error. Now, they who are said to be naturally inclined to anger, or
to pity, or to envy, or to any feeling of this kind, their minds are
constitutionally, as it were, in bad health; yet they are curable, as
the disposition of Socrates is said to have been; for when Zopyrus, who
professed to know the character of every one from his person, had heaped
a great many vices on him in a public assembly, he was laughed at by
others, who could perceive no such vices in Socrates; but Socrates kept
him in countenance by declaring that such vices were natural to him, but
that he had got the better of them by his reason. Therefore, as any one
who has the appearance of the best constitution may yet appear to be
naturally rather inclined to some particular disorder, so different
minds may be more particularly inclined to different diseases. But as to
those men who are said to be vicious, not by nature, but their own
fault, their vices proceed from wrong opinions of good and bad things,
so that one is more prone than another to different motions and
perturbations. But, just as it is in the case of the body, an inveterate
disease is harder to be got rid of than a sudden disorder; and it is
more easy to cure a fresh tumor in the eyes than to remove a defluxion
of any continuance.
XXXVIII. But as the cause of perturbations is now discovered, 162for all
of them arise from the judgment or opinion, or volition, I shall put an
end to this discourse. But we ought to be assured, since the boundaries
of good and evil are now discovered, as far as they are discoverable by
man, that nothing can be desired of philosophy greater or more useful
than the discussions which we have held these four days. For besides
instilling a contempt of death, and relieving pain so as to enable men
to bear it, we have added the appeasing of grief, than which there is no
greater evil to man. For though every perturbation of mind is grievous,
and differs but little from madness, yet we are used to say of others
when they are under any perturbation, as of fear, joy, or desire, that
they are agitated and disturbed; but of those who give themselves up to
grief, that they are miserable, afflicted, wretched, unhappy. So that it
doth not seem to be by accident, but with reason proposed by you, that I
should discuss grief, and the other perturbations separately; for there
lies the spring and head of all our miseries; but the cure of grief, and
of other disorders, is one and the same in that they are all voluntary,
and founded on opinion; we take them on ourselves because it seems right
so to do. Philosophy undertakes to eradicate this error, as the root of
all our evils: let us therefore surrender ourselves to be instructed by
it, and suffer ourselves to be cured; for while these evils have
possession of us, we not only cannot be happy, but cannot be right in
our minds. We must either deny that reason can effect anything, while,
on the other hand, nothing can be done right without reason, or else,
since philosophy depends on the deductions of reason, we must seek from
her, if we would be good or happy, every help and assistance for living
well and happily.
I. This fifth day, Brutus, shall put an end to our Tusculan
Disputations: on which day we discussed your favorite subject. For I
perceive from that book which you wrote for me with the greatest
accuracy, as well as from your frequent conversation, that you are
clearly of this opinion, that virtue is of itself sufficient for a happy
life: and though it may be difficult to prove this, on account of the
many various strokes of fortune, yet it is a truth of such a nature that
we should endeavor to facilitate the proof of it. For among all the
topics of philosophy, there is not one of more dignity or importance.
For as the first philosophers must have had some inducement to neglect
everything for the search of the best state of life: surely, the
inducement must have been the hope of living happily, which impelled
them to devote so much care and pains to that study. Now, if virtue was
discovered and carried to perfection by them, and if virtue is a
sufficient security for a happy life, who can avoid thinking the work of
philosophizing excellently recommended by them, and undertaken by me?
But if virtue, as being subject to such various and uncertain accidents,
were but the slave of fortune, and were not of sufficient ability to
support herself, I am afraid that it would seem desirable rather to
offer up prayers, than to rely on our own confidence in virtue as the
foundation for our hope of a happy life. And, indeed, when I reflect on
those troubles with which I have been so severely exercised by fortune,
I begin to distrust this opinion; and sometimes even to dread the
weakness and frailty of human nature, for I am afraid lest, when nature
had given us infirm bodies, and had joined to them incurable diseases
and intolerable pains, she perhaps also gave us minds participating in
these bodily pains, and harassed 164also with troubles and uneasinesses,
peculiarly their own. But here I correct myself for forming my judgment
of the power of virtue more from the weakness of others, or of myself
perhaps, than from virtue itself: for she herself (provided there is
such a thing as virtue; and your uncle Brutus has removed all doubt of
it) has everything that can befall mankind in subjection to her; and by
disregarding such things, she is far removed from being at all concerned
at human accidents; and, being free from every imperfection, she thinks
that nothing which is external to herself can concern her. But we, who
increase every approaching evil by our fear, and every present one by
our grief, choose rather to condemn the nature of things than our own
errors.
II. But the amendment of this fault, and of all our other vices and
offences, is to be sought for in philosophy: and as my own inclination
and desire led me, from my earliest youth upward, to seek her
protection, so, under my present misfortunes, I have had recourse to the
same port from whence I set out, after having been tossed by a violent
tempest. O Philosophy, thou guide of life! thou discoverer of virtue and
expeller of vices! what had not only I myself, but the whole life of
man, been without you? To you it is that we owe the origin of cities;
you it was who called together the dispersed race of men into social
life; you united them together, first, by placing them near one another,
then by marriages, and lastly, by the communication of speech and
languages. You have been the inventress of laws; you have been our
instructress in morals and discipline; to you we fly for refuge; from
you we implore assistance; and as I formerly submitted to you in a great
degree, so now I surrender up myself entirely to you. For one day spent
well, and agreeably to your precepts, is preferable to an eternity of
error. Whose assistance, then, can be of more service to me than yours,
when you have bestowed on us tranquillity of life, and removed the fear
of death? But Philosophy is so far from being praised as much as she has
deserved by mankind, that she is wholly neglected by most men, and
actually evil spoken of by many. Can any person speak ill of the parent
of life, and dare to pollute himself thus with parricide, and be so
impiously 165ungrateful as to accuse her whom he ought to reverence, even
were he less able to appreciate the advantages which he might derive
from her? But this error, I imagine, and this darkness has spread itself
over the minds of ignorant men, from their not being able to look so far
back, and from their not imagining that those men by whom human life was
first improved were philosophers; for though we see philosophy to have
been of long standing, yet the name must be acknowledged to be but
modern.
III. But, indeed, who can dispute the antiquity of philosophy, either in
fact or name? For it acquired this excellent name from the ancients, by
the knowledge of the origin and causes of everything, both divine and
human. Thus those seven Σόφοι, as they were considered and called by the
Greeks, have always been esteemed and called wise men by us; and thus
Lycurgus many ages before, in whose time, before the building of this
city, Homer is said to have lived, as well as Ulysses and Nestor in the
heroic ages, are all handed down to us by tradition as having really
been what they were called, wise men; nor would it have been said that
Atlas supported the heavens, or that Prometheus was bound to Caucasus,
nor would Cepheus, with his wife, his son-in-law, and his daughter have
been enrolled among the constellations, but that their more than human
knowledge of the heavenly bodies had transferred their names into an
erroneous fable. From whence all who occupied themselves in the
contemplation of nature were both considered and called wise men; and
that name of theirs continued to the age of Pythagoras, who is reported
to have gone to Phlius, as we find it stated by Heraclides Ponticus, a
very learned man, and a pupil of Plato, and to have discoursed very
learnedly and copiously on certain subjects with Leon, prince of the
Phliasii; and when Leon, admiring his ingenuity and eloquence, asked him
what art he particularly professed, his answer was, that he was
acquainted with no art, but that he was a philosopher. Leon, surprised
at the novelty of the name, inquired what he meant by the name of
philosopher, and in what philosophers differed from other men; on which
Pythagoras replied, “That the life of man seemed to him to resemble
those games which were celebrated with the 166greatest possible variety of
sports and the general concourse of all Greece. For as in those games
there were some persons whose object was glory and the honor of a crown,
to be attained by the performance of bodily exercises, so others were
led thither by the gain of buying and selling, and mere views of profit;
but there was likewise one class of persons, and they were by far the
best, whose aim was neither applause nor profit, but who came merely as
spectators through curiosity, to observe what was done, and to see in
what manner things were carried on there. And thus, said he, we come
from another life and nature unto this one, just as men come out of some
other city, to some much frequented mart; some being slaves to glory,
others to money; and there are some few who, taking no account of
anything else, earnestly look into the nature of things; and these men
call themselves studious of wisdom, that is, philosophers: and as there
it is the most reputable occupation of all to be a looker-on without
making any acquisition, so in life, the contemplating things, and
acquainting one’s self with them, greatly exceeds every other pursuit of
life.”
IV. Nor was Pythagoras the inventor only of the name, but he enlarged
also the thing itself, and, when he came into Italy after this
conversation at Phlius, he adorned that Greece, which is called Great
Greece, both privately and publicly, with the most excellent
institutions and arts; but of his school and system I shall, perhaps,
find another opportunity to speak. But numbers and motions, and the
beginning and end of all things, were the subjects of the ancient
philosophy down to Socrates, who was a pupil of Archelaus, who had been
the disciple of Anaxagoras. These made diligent inquiry into the
magnitude of the stars, their distances, courses, and all that relates
to the heavens. But Socrates was the first who brought down philosophy
from the heavens, placed it in cities, introduced it into families, and
obliged it to examine into life and morals, and good and evil. And his
different methods of discussing questions, together with the variety of
his topics, and the greatness of his abilities, being immortalized by
the memory and writings of Plato, gave rise to many sects of
philosophers of different sentiments, of all which I have principally
adhered 167to that one which, in my opinion, Socrates himself followed;
and argue so as to conceal my own opinion, while I deliver others from
their errors, and so discover what has the greatest appearance of
probability in every question. And the custom Carneades adopted with
great copiousness and acuteness, and I myself have often given in to it
on many occasions elsewhere, and in this manner, too, I disputed lately,
in my Tusculan villa; indeed, I have sent you a book of the four former
days’ discussions; but the fifth day, when we had seated ourselves as
before, what we were to dispute on was proposed thus:
V. A. I do not think virtue can possibly be sufficient for a happy
life.
M. But my friend Brutus thinks so, whose judgment, with submission, I
greatly prefer to yours.
A. I make no doubt of it; but your regard for him is not the business
now: the question is now, what is the real character of that quality of
which I have declared my opinion. I wish you to dispute on that.
M. What! do you deny that virtue can possibly be sufficient for a
happy life?
A. It is what I entirely deny.
M. What! is not virtue sufficient to enable us to live as we ought,
honestly, commendably, or, in fine, to live well?
A. Certainly sufficient.
M. Can you, then, help calling any one miserable who lives ill? or
will you deny that any one who you allow lives well must inevitably live
happily?
A. Why may I not? for a man may be upright in his life, honest,
praiseworthy, even in the midst of torments, and therefore live well.
Provided you understand what I mean by well; for when I say well, I mean
with constancy, and dignity, and wisdom, and courage; for a man may
display all these qualities on the rack; but yet the rack is
inconsistent with a happy life.
M. What, then? is your happy life left on the outside of the prison,
while constancy, dignity, wisdom, and the other virtues, are surrendered
up to the executioner, and bear punishment and pain without reluctance?
A. You must look out for something new if you would 168do any good.
These things have very little effect on me, not merely from their being
common, but principally because, like certain light wines that will not
bear water, these arguments of the Stoics are pleasanter to taste than
to swallow. As when that assemblage of virtues is committed to the rack,
it raises so reverend a spectacle before our eyes that happiness seems
to hasten on towards them, and not to suffer them to be deserted by her.
But when you take your attention off from this picture and these images
of the virtues to the truth and the reality, what remains without
disguise is, the question whether any one can be happy in torment?
Wherefore let us now examine that point, and not be under any
apprehensions, lest the virtues should expostulate, and complain that
they are forsaken by happiness. For if prudence is connected with every
virtue, then prudence itself discovers this, that all good men are not
therefore happy; and she recollects many things of Marcus Atilius55,
Quintus Cæpio56, Marcus Aquilius57; and prudence herself, if these
representations are more agreeable to you than the things themselves,
restrains happiness when it is endeavoring to throw itself into
torments, and denies that it has any connection with pain and torture.
VI. M. I can easily bear with your behaving in this manner, though it
is not fair in you to prescribe to me how you would have me carry on
this discussion. But I ask you if I have effected anything or nothing in
the preceding days?
A. Yes; something was done, some little matter indeed.
M. But if that is the case, this question is settled, and almost put
an end to.
A. How so?
M. Because turbulent motions and violent agitations of 169the mind, when
it is raised and elated by a rash impulse, getting the better of reason,
leave no room for a happy life. For who that fears either pain or death,
the one of which is always present, the other always impending, can be
otherwise than miserable? Now, supposing the same person—which is often
the case—to be afraid of poverty, ignominy, infamy, or weakness, or
blindness, or, lastly, slavery, which doth not only befall individual
men, but often even the most powerful nations; now can any one under the
apprehension of these evils be happy? What shall we say of him who not
only dreads these evils as impending, but actually feels and bears them
at present? Let us unite in the same person banishment, mourning, the
loss of children; now, how can any one who is broken down and rendered
sick in body and mind by such affliction be otherwise than very
miserable indeed? What reason, again, can there be why a man should not
rightly enough be called miserable whom we see inflamed and raging with
lust, coveting everything with an insatiable desire, and, in proportion
as he derives more pleasure from anything, thirsting the more violently
after them? And as to a man vainly elated, exulting with an empty joy,
and boasting of himself without reason, is not he so much the more
miserable in proportion as he thinks himself happier? Therefore, as
these men are miserable, so, on the other hand, those are happy who are
alarmed by no fears, wasted by no griefs, provoked by no lusts, melted
by no languid pleasures that arise from vain and exulting joys. We look
on the sea as calm when not the least breath of air disturbs its waves;
and, in like manner, the placid and quiet state of the mind is
discovered when unmoved by any perturbation. Now, if there be any one
who holds the power of fortune, and everything human, everything that
can possibly befall any man, as supportable, so as to be out of the
reach of fear or anxiety, and if such a man covets nothing, and is
lifted up by no vain joy of mind, what can prevent his being happy? And
if these are the effects of virtue, why cannot virtue itself make men
happy?
VII. A. But the other of these two propositions is undeniable, that
they who are under no apprehensions, who are 170noways uneasy, who covet
nothing, who are lifted up by no vain joy, are happy: and therefore I
grant you that. But as for the other, that is not now in a fit state for
discussion; for it has been proved by your former arguments that a wise
man is free from every perturbation of mind.
M. Doubtless, then, the dispute is over; for the question appears to
have been entirely exhausted.
A. I think, indeed, that that is almost the case.
M. But yet that is more usually the case with the mathematicians than
philosophers. For when the geometricians teach anything, if what they
have before taught relates to their present subject, they take that for
granted which has been already proved, and explain only what they had
not written on before. But the philosophers, whatever subject they have
in hand, get together everything that relates to it, notwithstanding
they may have dilated on it somewhere else. Were not that the case, why
should the Stoics say so much on that question, Whether virtue was
abundantly sufficient to a happy life? when it would have been answer
enough that they had before taught that nothing was good but what was
honorable; for, as this had been proved, the consequence must be that
virtue was sufficient to a happy life; and each premise may be made to
follow from the admission of the other, so that if it be admitted that
virtue is sufficient to secure a happy life, it may also be inferred
that nothing is good except what is honorable. They, however, do not
proceed in this manner; for they would separate books about what is
honorable, and what is the chief good; and when they have demonstrated
from the one that virtue has power enough to make life happy, yet they
treat this point separately; for everything, and especially a subject of
such great consequence, should be supported by arguments and
exhortations which belong to that alone. For you should have a care how
you imagine philosophy to have uttered anything more noble, or that she
has promised anything more fruitful or of greater consequence, for, good
Gods! doth she not engage that she will render him who submits to her
laws so accomplished as to be always armed against fortune, and to have
every assurance within himself of living well and happily—that he
shall, in short, be forever 171happy? But let us see what she will
perform? In the mean while, I look upon it as a great thing that she has
even made such a promise. For Xerxes, who was loaded with all the
rewards and gifts of fortune, not satisfied with his armies of horse and
foot, nor the multitude of his ships, nor his infinite treasure of gold,
offered a reward to any one who could find out a new pleasure; and yet,
when it was discovered, he was not satisfied with it; nor can there ever
be an end to lust. I wish we could engage any one by a reward to produce
something the better to establish us in this belief.
VIII. A. I wish that, indeed, myself; but I want a little information.
For I allow that in what you have stated the one proposition is the
consequence of the other; that as, if what is honorable be the only
good, it must follow that a happy life is the effect of virtue: so that
if a happy life consists in virtue, nothing can be good but virtue. But
your friend Brutus, on the authority of Aristo and Antiochus, does not
see this; for he thinks the case would be the same even if there were
anything good besides virtue.
M. What, then? do you imagine that I am going to argue against Brutus?
A. You may do what you please; for it is not for me to prescribe what
you shall do.
M. How these things agree together shall be examined somewhere else;
for I frequently discussed that point with Antiochus, and lately with
Aristo, when, during the period of my command as general, I was lodging
with him at Athens. For to me it seemed that no one could possibly be
happy under any evil; but a wise man might be afflicted with evil, if
there are any things arising from body or fortune deserving the name of
evils. These things were said, which Antiochus has inserted in his books
in many places—that virtue itself was sufficient to make life happy,
but yet not perfectly happy; and that many things derive their names
from the predominant portion of them, though they do not include
everything, as strength, health, riches, honor, and glory: which
qualities are determined by their kind, not their number. Thus a happy
life is so called from its being so in a great degree, even though it
172should fall short in some point. To clear this up is not absolutely
necessary at present, though it seems to be said without any great
consistency; for I cannot imagine what is wanting to one that is happy
to make him happier, for if anything be wanting to him, he cannot be so
much as happy; and as to what they say, that everything is named and
estimated from its predominant portion, that may be admitted in some
things. But when they allow three kinds of evils—when any one is
oppressed with every imaginable evil of two kinds, being afflicted with
adverse fortune, and having at the same time his body worn out and
harassed with all sorts of pains—shall we say that such a one is but
little short of a happy life, to say nothing about the happiest possible
life?
IX. This is the point which Theophrastus was unable to maintain; for
after he had once laid down the position that stripes, torments,
tortures, the ruin of one’s country, banishment, the loss of children,
had great influence on men’s living miserably and unhappily, he durst
not any longer use any high and lofty expressions when he was so low and
abject in his opinion. How right he was is not the question; he
certainly was consistent. Therefore, I am not for objecting to
consequences where the premises are admitted. But this most elegant and
learned of all the philosophers is not taken to task very severely when
he asserts his three kinds of good; but he is attacked by every one for
that book which he wrote on a happy life, in which book he has many
arguments why one who is tortured and racked cannot be happy. For in
that book he is supposed to say that a man who is placed on the wheel
(that is a kind of torture in use among the Greeks) cannot attain to a
completely happy life. He nowhere, indeed, says so absolutely; but what
he says amounts to the same thing. Can I, then, find fault with him,
after having allowed that pains of the body are evils, that the ruin of
a man’s fortunes is an evil, if he should say that every good man is not
happy, when all those things which he reckons as evils may befall a good
man? The same Theophrastus is found fault with by all the books and
schools of the philosophers for commending that sentence in his
Callisthenes,
Fortune, not wisdom, rules the life of man.
173They say never did philosopher assert anything so languid. They are
right, indeed, in that; but I do not apprehend anything could be more
consistent, for if there are so many good things that depend on the
body, and so many foreign to it that depend on chance and fortune, is it
inconsistent to say that fortune, which governs everything, both what is
foreign and what belongs to the body, has greater power than counsel. Or
would we rather imitate Epicurus? who is often excellent in many things
which he speaks, but quite indifferent how consistent he may be, or how
much to the purpose he is speaking. He commends spare diet, and in that
he speaks as a philosopher; but it is for Socrates or Antisthenes to say
so, and not for one who confines all good to pleasure. He denies that
any one can live pleasantly unless he lives honestly, wisely, and
justly. Nothing is more dignified than this assertion, nothing more
becoming a philosopher, had he not measured this very expression of
living honestly, justly, and wisely by pleasure. What could be better
than to assert that fortune interferes but little with a wise man? But
does he talk thus, who, after he has said that pain is the greatest
evil, or the only evil, might himself be afflicted with the sharpest
pains all over his body, even at the time he is vaunting himself the
most against fortune? And this very thing, too, Metrodorus has said, but
in better language: “I have anticipated you, Fortune; I have caught you,
and cut off every access, so that you cannot possibly reach me.” This
would be excellent in the mouth of Aristo the Chian, or Zeno the Stoic,
who held nothing to be an evil but what was base; but for you,
Metrodorus, to anticipate the approaches of fortune, who confine all
that is good to your bowels and marrow—for you to say so, who define
the chief good by a strong constitution of body, and well-assured hope
of its continuance—for you to cut off every access of fortune! Why, you
may instantly be deprived of that good. Yet the simple are taken with
these propositions, and a vast crowd is led away by such sentences to
become their followers.
X. But it is the duty of one who would argue accurately to consider not
what is said, but what is said consistently. 174As in that very opinion
which we have adopted in this discussion, namely, that every good man is
always happy, it is clear what I mean by good men: I call those both
wise and good men who are provided and adorned with every virtue. Let us
see, then, who are to be called happy. I imagine, indeed, that those men
are to be called so who are possessed of good without any alloy of evil;
nor is there any other notion connected with the word that expresses
happiness but an absolute enjoyment of good without any evil. Virtue
cannot attain this, if there is anything good besides itself. For a
crowd of evils would present themselves, if we were to allow poverty,
obscurity, humility, solitude, the loss of friends, acute pains of the
body, the loss of health, weakness, blindness, the ruin of one’s
country, banishment, slavery, to be evils; for a wise man may be
afflicted by all these evils, numerous and important as they are, and
many others also may be added, for they are brought on by chance, which
may attack a wise man; but if these things are evils, who can maintain
that a wise man is always happy when all these evils may light on him at
the same time? I therefore do not easily agree with my friend Brutus,
nor with our common masters, nor those ancient ones, Aristotle,
Speusippus, Xenocrates, Polemon, who reckon all that I have mentioned
above as evils, and yet they say that a wise man is always happy; nor
can I allow them, because they are charmed with this beautiful and
illustrious title, which would very well become Pythagoras, Socrates,
and Plato, to persuade my mind that strength, health, beauty, riches,
honors, power, with the beauty of which they are ravished, are
contemptible, and that all those things which are the opposites of these
are not to be regarded. Then might they declare openly, with a loud
voice, that neither the attacks of fortune, nor the opinion of the
multitude, nor pain, nor poverty, occasions them any apprehensions; and
that they have everything within themselves, and that there is nothing
whatever which they consider as good but what is within their own power.
Nor can I by any means allow the same person who falls into the vulgar
opinion of good and evil to make use of these expressions, which can
only become 175a great and exalted man. Struck with which glory, up starts
Epicurus, who, with submission to the Gods, thinks a wise man always
happy. He is much charmed with the dignity of this opinion, but he never
would have owned that, had he attended to himself; for what is there
more inconsistent than for one who could say that pain was the greatest
or the only evil to think also that a wise man can possibly say in the
midst of his torture, How sweet is this! We are not, therefore, to form
our judgment of philosophers from detached sentences, but from their
consistency with themselves, and their ordinary manner of talking.
XI. A. You compel me to be of your opinion; but have a care that you
are not inconsistent yourself.
M. In what respect?
A. Because I have lately read your fourth book on Good and Evil: and
in that you appeared to me, while disputing against Cato, to be
endeavoring to show, which in my opinion means to prove, that Zeno and
the Peripatetics differ only about some new words; but if we allow that,
what reason can there be, if it follows from the arguments of Zeno that
virtue contains all that is necessary to a happy life, that the
Peripatetics should not be at liberty to say the same? For, in my
opinion, regard should be had to the thing, not to words.
M. What! you would convict me from my own words, and bring against me
what I had said or written elsewhere. You may act in that manner with
those who dispute by established rules. We live from hand to mouth, and
say anything that strikes our mind with probability, so that we are the
only people who are really at liberty. But, since I just now spoke of
consistency, I do not think the inquiry in this place is, if the opinion
of Zeno and his pupil Aristo be true that nothing is good but what is
honorable; but, admitting that, then, whether the whole of a happy life
can be rested on virtue alone. Wherefore, if we certainly grant Brutus
this, that a wise man is always happy, how consistent he is, is his own
business; for who, indeed, is more worthy than himself of the glory of
that opinion? Still, we may maintain that such a man is more happy than
any one else.
176XII. Though Zeno the Cittiæan, a stranger and an inconsiderable coiner
of words, appears to have insinuated himself into the old philosophy;
still, the prevalence of this opinion is due to the authority of Plato,
who often makes use of this expression, “That nothing but virtue can be
entitled to the name of good,” agreeably to what Socrates says in
Plato’s Gorgias; for it is there related that when some one asked him if
he did not think Archelaus the son of Perdiccas, who was then looked
upon as a most fortunate person, a very happy man, “I do not know,”
replied he, “for I never conversed with him.” “What! is there no other
way you can know it by?” “None at all.” “You cannot, then, pronounce of
the great king of the Persians whether he is happy or not?” “How can I,
when I do not know how learned or how good a man he is?” “What! do you
imagine that a happy life depends on that?” “My opinion entirely is,
that good men are happy, and the wicked miserable.” “Is Archelaus, then,
miserable?” “Certainly, if unjust.” Now, does it not appear to you that
he is here placing the whole of a happy life in virtue alone? But what
does the same man say in his funeral oration? “For,” saith he, “whoever
has everything that relates to a happy life so entirely dependent on
himself as not to be connected with the good or bad fortune of another,
and not to be affected by, or made in any degree uncertain by, what
befalls another; and whoever is such a one has acquired the best rule of
living; he is that moderate, that brave, that wise man, who submits to
the gain and loss of everything, and especially of his children, and
obeys that old precept; for he will never be too joyful or too sad,
because he depends entirely upon himself.”
XIII. From Plato, therefore, all my discourse shall be deduced, as if
from some sacred and hallowed fountain. Whence can I, then, more
properly begin than from Nature, the parent of all? For whatsoever she
produces (I am not speaking only of animals, but even of those things
which have sprung from the earth in such a manner as to rest on their
own roots) she designed it to be perfect in its respective kind. So that
among trees and vines, and those lower plants and trees which cannot
advance themselves 177high above the earth, some are evergreen, others are
stripped of their leaves in winter, and, warmed by the spring season,
put them out afresh, and there are none of them but what are so
quickened by a certain interior motion, and their own seeds enclosed in
every one, so as to yield flowers, fruit, or berries, that all may have
every perfection that belongs to it; provided no violence prevents it.
But the force of Nature itself may be more easily discovered in animals,
as she has bestowed sense on them. For some animals she has taught to
swim, and designed to be inhabitants of the water; others she has
enabled to fly, and has willed that they should enjoy the boundless air;
some others she has made to creep, others to walk. Again, of these very
animals, some are solitary, some gregarious, some wild, others tame,
some hidden and buried beneath the earth, and every one of these
maintains the law of nature, confining itself to what was bestowed on
it, and unable to change its manner of life. And as every animal has
from nature something that distinguishes it, which every one maintains
and never quits; so man has something far more excellent, though
everything is said to be excellent by comparison. But the human mind,
being derived from the divine reason, can be compared with nothing but
with the Deity itself, if I may be allowed the expression. This, then,
if it is improved, and when its perception is so preserved as not to be
blinded by errors, becomes a perfect understanding, that is to say,
absolute reason, which is the very same as virtue. And if everything is
happy which wants nothing, and is complete and perfect in its kind, and
that is the peculiar lot of virtue, certainly all who are possessed of
virtue are happy. And in this I agree with Brutus, and also with
Aristotle, Xenocrates, Speusippus, Polemon.
XIV. To me such are the only men who appear completely happy; for what
can he want to a complete happy life who relies on his own good
qualities, or how can he be happy who does not rely on them? But he who
makes a threefold division of goods must necessarily be diffident, for
how can he depend on having a sound body, or that his fortune shall
continue? But no one can be happy without an immovable, fixed, and
permanent good. What, 178then, is this opinion of theirs? So that I think
that saying of the Spartan may be applied to them, who, on some
merchant’s boasting before him that he had despatched ships to every
maritime coast, replied that a fortune which depended on ropes was not
very desirable. Can there be any doubt that whatever may be lost cannot
be properly classed in the number of those things which complete a happy
life? for of all that constitutes a happy life, nothing will admit of
withering, or growing old, or wearing out, or decaying; for whoever is
apprehensive of any loss of these things cannot be happy: the happy man
should be safe, well fenced, well fortified, out of the reach of all
annoyance, not like a man under trifling apprehensions, but free from
all such. As he is not called innocent who but slightly offends, but he
who offends not at all, so it is he alone who is to be considered
without fear who is free from all fear, not he who is but in little
fear. For what else is courage but an affection of mind that is ready to
undergo perils, and patient in the endurance of pain and labor without
any alloy of fear? Now, this certainly could not be the case if there
were anything else good but what depended on honesty alone. But how can
any one be in possession of that desirable and much-coveted security
(for I now call a freedom from anxiety a security, on which freedom a
happy life depends) who has, or may have, a multitude of evils attending
him? How can he be brave and undaunted, and hold everything as trifles
which can befall a man? for so a wise man should do, unless he be one
who thinks that everything depends on himself. Could the Lacedæmonians
without this, when Philip threatened to prevent all their attempts, have
asked him if he could prevent their killing themselves? Is it not
easier, then, to find one man of such a spirit as we are inquiring
after, than to meet with a whole city of such men? Now, if to this
courage I am speaking of we add temperance, that it may govern all our
feelings and agitations, what can be wanting to complete his happiness
who is secured by his courage from uneasiness and fear, and is prevented
from immoderate desires and immoderate insolence of joy by temperance? I
could easily show that virtue is able to 179produce these effects, but
that I have explained on the foregoing days.
XV. But as the perturbations of the mind make life miserable, and
tranquillity renders it happy; and as these perturbations are of two
sorts, grief and fear, proceeding from imagined evils, and as immoderate
joy and lust arise from a mistake about what is good, and as all these
feelings are in opposition to reason and counsel; when you see a man at
ease, quite free and disengaged from such troublesome commotions, which
are so much at variance with one another, can you hesitate to pronounce
such a one a happy man? Now, the wise man is always in such a
disposition; therefore the wise man is always happy. Besides, every good
is pleasant; whatever is pleasant may be boasted and talked of; whatever
may be boasted of is glorious; but whatever is glorious is certainly
laudable, and whatever is laudable doubtless, also, honorable: whatever,
then, is good is honorable (but the things which they reckon as goods
they themselves do not call honorable); therefore what is honorable
alone is good. Hence it follows that a happy life is comprised in
honesty alone. Such things, then, are not to be called or considered
goods, when a man may enjoy an abundance of them, and yet be most
miserable. Is there any doubt but that a man who enjoys the best health,
and who has strength and beauty, and his senses flourishing in their
utmost quickness and perfection—suppose him likewise, if you please,
nimble and active, nay, give him riches, honors, authority, power,
glory—now, I say, should this person, who is in possession of all
these, be unjust, intemperate, timid, stupid, or an idiot—could you
hesitate to call such a one miserable? What, then, are those goods in
the possession of which you may be very miserable? Let us see if a happy
life is not made up of parts of the same nature, as a heap implies a
quantity of grain of the same kind. And if this be once admitted,
happiness must be compounded of different good things, which alone are
honorable; if there is any mixture of things of another sort with these,
nothing honorable can proceed from such a composition: now, take away
honesty, and how can you imagine anything happy? For whatever is good is
desirable on that account; whatever is desirable 180must certainly be
approved of; whatever you approve of must be looked on as acceptable and
welcome. You must consequently impute dignity to this; and if so, it
must necessarily be laudable: therefore, everything that is laudable is
good. Hence it follows that what is honorable is the only good. And
should we not look upon it in this light, there will be a great many
things which we must call good.
XVI. I forbear to mention riches, which, as any one, let him be ever so
unworthy, may have them, I do not reckon among goods; for what is good
is not attainable by all. I pass over notoriety and popular fame, raised
by the united voice of knaves and fools. Even things which are absolute
nothings may be called goods; such as white teeth, handsome eyes, a good
complexion, and what was commended by Euryclea, when she was washing
Ulysses’s feet, the softness of his skin and the mildness of his
discourse. If you look on these as goods, what greater encomiums can the
gravity of a philosopher be entitled to than the wild opinion of the
vulgar and the thoughtless crowd? The Stoics give the name of excellent
and choice to what the others call good: they call them so, indeed; but
they do not allow them to complete a happy life. But these others think
that there is no life happy without them; or, admitting it to be happy,
they deny it to be the most happy. But our opinion is, that it is the
most happy; and we prove it from that conclusion of Socrates. For thus
that author of philosophy argued: that as the disposition of a man’s
mind is, so is the man; such as the man is, such will be his discourse;
his actions will correspond with his discourse, and his life with his
actions. But the disposition of a good man’s mind is laudable; the life,
therefore, of a good man is laudable; it is honorable, therefore,
because laudable; the unavoidable conclusion from which is that the life
of good men is happy. For, good Gods! did I not make it appear, by my
former arguments—or was I only amusing myself and killing time in what
I then said?—that the mind of a wise man was always free from every
hasty motion which I call a perturbation, and that the most undisturbed
peace always reigned in his breast? A man, then, who is temperate and
consistent, free from fear or 181grief, and uninfluenced by any immoderate
joy or desire, cannot be otherwise than happy; but a wise man is always
so, therefore he is always happy. Moreover, how can a good man avoid
referring all his actions and all his feelings to the one standard of
whether or not it is laudable? But he does refer everything to the
object of living happily: it follows, then, that a happy life is
laudable; but nothing is laudable without virtue: a happy life, then, is
the consequence of virtue. And this is the unavoidable conclusion to be
drawn from these arguments.
XVII. A wicked life has nothing which we ought to speak of or glory in;
nor has that life which is neither happy nor miserable. But there is a
kind of life that admits of being spoken of, and gloried in, and boasted
of, as Epaminondas saith,
The wings of Sparta’s pride my counsels clipp’d.
And Africanus boasts,
Who, from beyond Mæotis to the place
Where the sun rises, deeds like mine can trace?
If, then, there is such a thing as a happy life, it is to be gloried in,
spoken of, and commended by the person who enjoys it; for there is
nothing excepting that which can be spoken of or gloried in; and when
that is once admitted, you know what follows. Now, unless an honorable
life is a happy life, there must, of course, be something preferable to
a happy life; for that which is honorable all men will certainly grant
to be preferable to anything else. And thus there will be something
better than a happy life: but what can be more absurd than such an
assertion? What! when they grant vice to be effectual to the rendering
life miserable, must they not admit that there is a corresponding power
in virtue to make life happy? For contraries follow from contraries. And
here I ask what weight they think there is in the balance of Critolaus,
who having put the goods of the mind into one scale, and the goods of
the body and other external advantages into the other, thought the goods
of the mind outweighed the others so far that they would require the
whole earth and sea to equalize the scale.
182XVIII. What hinders Critolaus, then, or that gravest of philosophers,
Xenocrates (who raises virtue so high, and who lessens and depreciates
everything else), from not only placing a happy life, but the happiest
possible life, in virtue? And, indeed, if this were not the case, virtue
would be absolutely lost. For whoever is subject to grief must
necessarily be subject to fear too, for fear is an uneasy apprehension
of future grief; and whoever is subject to fear is liable to dread,
timidity, consternation, cowardice. Therefore, such a person may, some
time or other, be defeated, and not think himself concerned with that
precept of Atreus,
And let men so conduct themselves in life,
As to be always strangers to defeat.
But such a man, as I have said, will be defeated; and not only defeated,
but made a slave of. But we would have virtue always free, always
invincible; and were it not so, there would be an end of virtue. But if
virtue has in herself all that is necessary for a good life, she is
certainly sufficient for happiness: virtue is certainly sufficient, too,
for our living with courage; if with courage, then with a magnanimous
spirit, and indeed so as never to be under any fear, and thus to be
always invincible. Hence it follows that there can be nothing to be
repented of, no wants, no lets or hinderances. Thus all things will be
prosperous, perfect, and as you would have them, and, consequently,
happy; but virtue is sufficient for living with courage, and therefore
virtue is able by herself to make life happy. For as folly, even when
possessed of what it desires, never thinks it has acquired enough, so
wisdom is always satisfied with the present, and never repents on her
own account.
XIX. Look but on the single consulship of Lælius, and that, too, after
having been set aside (though when a wise and good man like him is
outvoted, the people are disappointed of a good consul, rather than be
disappointed by a vain people); but the point is, would you prefer, were
it in your power, to be once such a consul as Lælius, or be elected four
times, like Cinna? I have no doubt in the world what answer you will
make, and it is on that account I put the question to you.
183I would not ask every one this question; for some one perhaps might
answer that he would not only prefer four consulates to one, but even
one day of Cinna’s life to whole ages of many famous men. Lælius would
have suffered had he but touched any one with his finger; but Cinna
ordered the head of his colleague consul, Cn. Octavius, to be struck
off; and put to death P. Crassus58, and L. Cæsar59, those excellent
men, so renowned both at home and abroad; and even M. Antonius60, the
greatest orator whom I ever heard; and C. Cæsar, who seems to me to have
been the pattern of humanity, politeness, sweetness of temper, and wit.
Could he, then, be happy who occasioned the death of these men? So far
from it, that he seems to be miserable, not only for having performed
these actions, but also for acting in such a manner that it was lawful
for him to do it, though it is unlawful for any one to do wicked
actions; but this proceeds from inaccuracy, of speech, for we call
whatever a man is allowed to do lawful. Was not Marius happier, I pray
you, when he shared the glory of the victory gained over the Cimbrians
with his colleague Catulus (who was almost another Lælius; for I look
upon the two men as very like one another), than when, conqueror in the
civil war, he in a passion answered the friends of Catulus, who were
interceding for him, “Let him die?” And this answer he gave, not once
only, but often. But in such a case, he was happier who submitted to
that barbarous decree than he who issued it. And it is better to receive
an injury than to do one; and so it was better to advance a little to
meet that death that was making its approaches, as Catulus did, than,
like Marius, to sully the glory of six consulships, and disgrace his
latter days, by the death of such a man.
XX. Dionysius exercised his tyranny over the Syracusans thirty-eight
years, being but twenty-five years old 184when he seized on the
government. How beautiful and how wealthy a city did he oppress with
slavery! And yet we have it from good authority that he was remarkably
temperate in his manner of living, that he was very active and energetic
in carrying on business, but naturally mischievous and unjust; from
which description every one who diligently inquires into truth must
inevitably see that he was very miserable. Neither did he attain what he
so greatly desired, even when he was persuaded that he had unlimited
power; for, notwithstanding he was of a good family and reputable
parents (though that is contested by some authors), and had a very large
acquaintance of intimate friends and relations, and also some youths
attached to him by ties of love after the fashion of the Greeks, he
could not trust any one of them, but committed the guard of his person
to slaves, whom he had selected from rich men’s families and made free,
and to strangers and barbarians. And thus, through an unjust desire of
governing, he in a manner shut himself up in a prison. Besides, he would
not trust his throat to a barber, but had his daughters taught to shave;
so that these royal virgins were forced to descend to the base and
slavish employment of shaving the head and beard of their father. Nor
would he trust even them, when they were grown up, with a razor; but
contrived how they might burn off the hair of his head and beard with
red-hot nutshells. And as to his two wives, Aristomache, his
countrywoman, and Doris of Locris, he never visited them at night before
everything had been well searched and examined. And as he had surrounded
the place where his bed was with a broad ditch, and made a way over it
with a wooden bridge, he drew that bridge over after shutting his
bedchamber door. And as he did not dare to stand on the ordinary pulpits
from which they usually harangued the people, he generally addressed
them from a high tower. And it is said that when he was disposed to play
at ball—for he delighted much in it—and had pulled off his clothes, he
used to give his sword into the keeping of a young man whom he was very
fond of. On this, one of his intimates said pleasantly, “You certainly
trust your life with him;” and as the young man happened to smile at
this, he ordered them both to be slain, 185the one for showing how he
might be taken off, the other for approving of what had been said by
smiling. But he was so concerned at what he had done that nothing
affected him more during his whole life; for he had slain one to whom he
was extremely partial. Thus do weak men’s desires pull them different
ways, and while they indulge one, they act counter to another.
XXI. This tyrant, however, showed himself how happy he really was; for
once, when Damocles, one of his flatterers, was dilating in conversation
on his forces, his wealth, the greatness of his power, the plenty he
enjoyed, the grandeur of his royal palaces, and maintaining that no one
was ever happier, “Have you an inclination,” said he, “Damocles, as this
kind of life pleases you, to have a taste of it yourself, and to make a
trial of the good fortune that attends me?” And when he said that he
should like it extremely, Dionysius ordered him to be laid on a bed of
gold with the most beautiful covering, embroidered and wrought with the
most exquisite work, and he dressed out a great many sideboards with
silver and embossed gold. He then ordered some youths, distinguished for
their handsome persons, to wait at his table, and to observe his nod, in
order to serve him with what he wanted. There were ointments and
garlands; perfumes were burned; tables provided with the most exquisite
meats. Damocles thought himself very happy. In the midst of this
apparatus, Dionysius ordered a bright sword to be let down from the
ceiling, suspended by a single horse-hair, so as to hang over the head
of that happy man. After which he neither cast his eye on those handsome
waiters, nor on the well-wrought plate; nor touched any of the
provisions: presently the garlands fell to pieces. At last he entreated
the tyrant to give him leave to go, for that now he had no desire to be
happy61. Does not Dionysius, then, seem to have declared there can be
no happiness for one who is under constant apprehensions? But it was not
now in his power 186to return to justice, and restore his citizens their
rights and privileges; for, by the indiscretion of youth, he had engaged
in so many wrong steps and committed such extravagances, that, had he
attempted to have returned to a right way of thinking, he must have
endangered his life.
XXII. Yet, how desirous he was of friendship, though at the same time he
dreaded the treachery of friends, appears from the story of those two
Pythagoreans: one of these had been security for his friend, who was
condemned to die; the other, to release his security, presented himself
at the time appointed for his dying: “I wish,” said Dionysius,“ you
would admit me as the third in your friendship.” What misery was it for
him to be deprived of acquaintance, of company at his table, and of the
freedom of conversation! especially for one who was a man of learning,
and from his childhood acquainted with liberal arts, very fond of music,
and himself a tragic poet—how good a one is not to the purpose, for I
know not how it is, but in this way, more than any other, every one
thinks his own performances excellent. I never as yet knew any poet (and
I was very intimate with Aquinius), who did not appear to himself to be
very admirable. The case is this: you are pleased with your own works; I
like mine. But to return to Dionysius. He debarred himself from all
civil and polite conversation, and spent his life among fugitives,
bondmen, and barbarians; for he was persuaded that no one could be his
friend who was worthy of liberty, or had the least desire of being free.
XXIII. Shall I not, then, prefer the life of Plato and Archytas,
manifestly wise and learned men, to his, than which nothing can possibly
be more horrid, or miserable, or detestable?
I will present you with an humble and obscure mathematician of the same
city, called Archimedes, who lived many years after; whose tomb,
overgrown with shrubs and briers, I in my quæstorship discovered, when
the Syracusans knew nothing of it, and even denied that there was any
such thing remaining; for I remembered some verses, which I had been
informed were engraved on his monument, and these set forth that on the
top of the tomb 187there was placed a sphere with a cylinder. When I had
carefully examined all the monuments (for there are a great many tombs
at the gate Achradinæ), I observed a small column standing out a little
above the briers, with the figure of a sphere and a cylinder upon it;
whereupon I immediately said to the Syracusans—for there were some of
their principal men with me there—that I imagined that was what I was
inquiring for. Several men, being sent in with scythes, cleared the way,
and made an opening for us. When we could get at it, and were come near
to the front of the pedestal, I found the inscription, though the latter
parts of all the verses were effaced almost half away. Thus one of the
noblest cities of Greece, and one which at one time likewise had been
very celebrated for learning, had known nothing of the monument of its
greatest genius, if it had not been discovered to them by a native of
Arpinum. But to return to the subject from which I have been digressing.
Who is there in the least degree acquainted with the Muses, that is,
with liberal knowledge, or that deals at all in learning, who would not
choose to be this mathematician rather than that tyrant? If we look into
their methods of living and their employments, we shall find the mind of
the one strengthened and improved with tracing the deductions of reason,
amused with his own ingenuity, which is the one most delicious food of
the mind; the thoughts of the other engaged in continual murders and
injuries, in constant fears by night and by day. Now imagine a
Democritus, a Pythagoras, and an Anaxagoras; what kingdom, what riches,
would you prefer to their studies and amusements? For you must
necessarily look for that excellence which we are seeking for in that
which is the most perfect part of man; but what is there better in man
than a sagacious and good mind? The enjoyment, therefore, of that good
which proceeds from that sagacious mind can alone make us happy; but
virtue is the good of the mind: it follows, therefore, that a happy life
depends on virtue. Hence proceed all things that are beautiful,
honorable, and excellent, as I said above (but this point must, I think,
be treated of more at large), and they are well stored with joys. For,
as it is clear that a happy life consists in perpetual and unexhausted
188pleasures, it follows, too, that a happy life must arise from honesty.
XXIV. But that what I propose to demonstrate to you may not rest on mere
words only, I must set before you the picture of something, as it were,
living and moving in the world, that may dispose us more for the
improvement of the understanding and real knowledge. Let us, then, pitch
upon some man perfectly acquainted with the most excellent arts; let us
present him for awhile to our own thoughts, and figure him to our own
imaginations. In the first place, he must necessarily be of an
extraordinary capacity; for virtue is not easily connected with dull
minds. Secondly, he must have a great desire of discovering truth, from
whence will arise that threefold production of the mind; one of which
depends on knowing things, and explaining nature; the other, in defining
what we ought to desire and what to avoid; the third, in judging of
consequences and impossibilities, in which consists both subtlety in
disputing and also clearness of judgment. Now, with what pleasure must
the mind of a wise man be affected which continually dwells in the midst
of such cares and occupations as these, when he views the revolutions
and motions of the whole world, and sees those innumerable stars in the
heavens, which, though fixed in their places, have yet one motion in
common with the whole universe, and observes the seven other stars, some
higher, some lower, each maintaining their own course, while their
motions, though wandering, have certain defined and appointed spaces to
run through! the sight of which doubtless urged and encouraged those
ancient philosophers to exercise their investigating spirit on many
other things. Hence arose an inquiry after the beginnings, and, as it
were, seeds from which all things were produced and composed; what was
the origin of every kind of thing, whether animate or inanimate,
articulately speaking or mute; what occasioned their beginning and end,
and by what alteration and change one thing was converted into another;
whence the earth originated, and by what weights it was balanced; by
what caverns the seas were supplied; by what gravity all things being
carried down tend always to the middle of the world, which in any round
body is the lowest place.
189XXV. A mind employed on such subjects, and which night and day
contemplates them, contains in itself that precept of the Delphic God,
so as to “know itself,” and to perceive its connection with the divine
reason, from whence it is filled with an insatiable joy. For reflections
on the power and nature of the Gods raise in us a desire of imitating
their eternity. Nor does the mind, that sees the necessary dependences
and connections that one cause has with another, think it possible that
it should be itself confined to the shortness of this life. Those
causes, though they proceed from eternity to eternity, are governed by
reason and understanding. And he who beholds them and examines them, or
rather he whose view takes in all the parts and boundaries of things,
with what tranquillity of mind does he look on all human affairs, and on
all that is nearer him! Hence proceeds the knowledge of virtue; hence
arise the kinds and species of virtues; hence are discovered those
things which nature regards as the bounds and extremities of good and
evil; by this it is discovered to what all duties ought to be referred,
and which is the most eligible manner of life. And when these and
similar points have been investigated, the principal consequence which
is deduced from them, and that which is our main object in this
discussion, is the establishment of the point, that virtue is of itself
sufficient to a happy life.
The third qualification of our wise man is the next to be considered,
which goes through and spreads itself over every part of wisdom; it is
that whereby we define each particular thing, distinguish the genus from
its species, connect consequences, draw just conclusions, and
distinguish truth from falsehood, which is the very art and science of
disputing; which is not only of the greatest use in the examination of
what passes in the world, but is likewise the most rational
entertainment, and that which is most becoming to true wisdom. Such are
its effects in retirement. Now, let our wise man be considered as
protecting the republic; what can be more excellent than such a
character? By his prudence he will discover the true interests of his
fellow-citizens; by his justice he will be prevented from applying what
belongs to the public to his own use; and, in short, he will be ever
governed by all the 190virtues, which are many and various. To these let
us add the advantage of his friendships; in which the learned reckon not
only a natural harmony and agreement of sentiments throughout the
conduct of life, but the utmost pleasure and satisfaction in conversing
and passing our time constantly with one another. What can be wanting to
such a life as this to make it more happy than it is? Fortune herself
must yield to a life stored with such joys. Now, if it be a happiness to
rejoice in such goods of the mind, that is to say, in such virtues, and
if all wise men enjoy thoroughly these pleasures, it must necessarily be
granted that all such are happy.
XXVI. A. What, when in torments and on the rack?
M. Do you imagine I am speaking of him as laid on roses and violets?
Is it allowable even for Epicurus (who only puts on the appearance of
being a philosopher, and who himself assumed that name for himself) to
say (though, as matters stand, I commend him for his saying) that a wise
man might at all times cry out, though he be burned, tortured, cut to
pieces, “How little I regard it!” Shall this be said by one who defines
all evil as pain, and measures every good by pleasure; who could
ridicule whatever we call either honorable or base, and could declare of
us that we were employed about words, and uttering mere empty sounds;
and that nothing is to be regarded by us but as it is perceived to be
smooth or rough by the body? What! shall such a man as this, as I said,
whose understanding is little superior to the beasts’, be at liberty to
forget himself; and not only to despise fortune, when the whole of his
good and evil is in the power of fortune, but to say that he is happy in
the most racking torture, when he had actually declared pain to be not
only the greatest evil, but the only one? Nor did he take any trouble to
provide himself with those remedies which might have enabled him to bear
pain, such as firmness of mind, a shame of doing anything base,
exercise, and the habit of patience, precepts of courage, and a manly
hardiness; but he says that he supports himself on the single
recollection of past pleasures, as if any one, when the weather was so
hot as that he was scarcely able to bear it, should comfort himself by
recollecting that he was once in my country, 191Arpinum, where he was
surrounded on every side by cooling streams. For I do not apprehend how
past pleasures can allay present evils. But when he says that a wise man
is always happy who would have no right to say so if he were consistent
with himself, what may they not do who allow nothing to be desirable,
nothing to be looked on as good but what is honorable? Let, then, the
Peripatetics and Old Academics follow my example, and at length leave
off muttering to themselves; and openly and with a clear voice let them
be bold to say that a happy life may not be inconsistent with the
agonies of Phalaris’s bull.
XXVII. But to dismiss the subtleties of the Stoics, which I am sensible
I have employed more than was necessary, let us admit of three kinds of
goods; and let them really be kinds of goods, provided no regard is had
to the body and to external circumstances, as entitled to the
appellation of good in any other sense than because we are obliged to
use them: but let those other divine goods spread themselves far in
every direction, and reach the very heavens. Why, then, may I not call
him happy, nay, the happiest of men, who has attained them? Shall a wise
man be afraid of pain? which is, indeed, the greatest enemy to our
opinion. For I am persuaded that we are prepared and fortified
sufficiently, by the disputations of the foregoing days, against our own
death or that of our friends, against grief, and the other perturbations
of the mind. But pain seems to be the sharpest adversary of virtue; that
it is which menaces us with burning torches; that it is which threatens
to crush our fortitude, and greatness of mind, and patience. Shall
virtue, then, yield to this? Shall the happy life of a wise and
consistent man succumb to this? Good. Gods! how base would this be!
Spartan boys will bear to have their bodies torn by rods without
uttering a groan. I myself have seen at Lacedæmon troops of young men,
with incredible earnestness contending together with their hands and
feet, with their teeth and nails, nay, even ready to expire, rather than
own themselves conquered. Is any country of barbarians more uncivilized
or desolate than India? Yet they have among them some that are held for
wise men, who never wear any clothes all their life long, and who bear
the 192snow of Caucasus, and the piercing cold of winter, without any
pain; and who if they come in contact with fire endure being burned
without a groan. The women, too, in India, on the death of their
husbands have a regular contest, and apply to the judge to have it
determined which of them was best beloved by him; for it is customary
there for one man to have many wives. She in whose favor it is
determined exults greatly, and being attended by her relations, is laid
on the funeral pile with her husband; the others, who are postponed,
walk away very much dejected. Custom can never be superior to nature,
for nature is never to be got the better of. But our minds are infected
by sloth and idleness, and luxury, and languor, and indolence: we have
enervated them by opinions and bad customs. Who is there who is
unacquainted with the customs of the Egyptians? Their minds being
tainted by pernicious opinions, they are ready to bear any torture
rather than hurt an ibis, a snake, a cat, a dog, or a crocodile; and
should any one inadvertently have hurt any of these animals, he will
submit to any punishment. I am speaking of men only. As to the beasts,
do they not bear cold and hunger, running about in woods, and on
mountains and deserts? Will they not fight for their young ones till
they are wounded? Are they afraid of any attacks or blows? I mention not
what the ambitious will suffer for honor’s sake, or those who are
desirous of praise on account of glory, or lovers to gratify their lust.
Life is full of such instances.
XXVIII. But let us not dwell too much on these questions, but rather let
us return to our subject. I say, and say again, that happiness will
submit even to be tormented; and that in pursuit of justice, and
temperance, and still more especially and principally fortitude, and
greatness of soul, and patience, it will not stop short at sight of the
executioner; and when all other virtues proceed calmly to the torture,
that one will never halt, as I said, on the outside and threshold of the
prison; for what can be baser, what can carry a worse appearance, than
to be left alone, separated from those beautiful attendants? Not,
however, that this is by any means possible; for neither can the virtues
hold together without happiness, nor happiness 193without the virtues; so
that they will not suffer her to desert them, but will carry her along
with them, to whatever torments, to whatever pain they are led. For it
is the peculiar quality of a wise man to do nothing that he may repent
of, nothing against his inclination, but always to act nobly, with
constancy, gravity, and honesty; to depend on nothing as certainty; to
wonder at nothing, when it falls out, as if it appeared strange and
unexpected to him; to be independent of every one, and abide by his own
opinion. For my part, I cannot form an idea of anything happier than
this. The conclusion of the Stoics is indeed easy; for since they are
persuaded that the end of good is to live agreeably to nature, and to be
consistent with that—as a wise man should do so, not only because it is
his duty, but because it is in his power—it must, of course, follow
that whoever has the chief good in his power has his happiness so too.
And thus the life of a wise man is always happy. You have here what I
think may be confidently said of a happy life; and as things now stand,
very truly also, unless you can advance something better.
XXIX. A. Indeed I cannot; but I should be glad to prevail on you,
unless it is troublesome (as you are under no confinement from
obligations to any particular sect, but gather from all of them whatever
strikes you most as having the appearance of probability), as you just
now seemed to advise the Peripatetics and the Old Academy boldly to
speak out without reserve, “that wise men are always the happiest”—I
should be glad to hear how you think it consistent for them to say so,
when you have said so much against that opinion, and the conclusions of
the Stoics.
M. I will make use, then, of that liberty which no one has the
privilege of using in philosophy but those of our school, whose
discourses determine nothing, but take in everything, leaving them
unsupported by the authority of any particular person, to be judged of
by others, according to their weight. And as you seem desirous of
knowing how it is that, notwithstanding the different opinions of
philosophers with regard to the ends of goods, virtue has still
sufficient security for the effecting of a happy life—which security,
as we are informed, Carneades used indeed to dispute against; but he
disputed as against the 194Stoics, whose opinions he combated with great
zeal and vehemence. I, however, shall handle the question with more
temper; for if the Stoics have rightly settled the ends of goods, the
affair is at an end; for a wise man must necessarily be always happy.
But let us examine, if we can, the particular opinions of the others,
that so this excellent decision, if I may so call it, in favor of a
happy life, may be agreeable to the opinions and discipline of all.
XXX. These, then, are the opinions, as I think, that are held and
defended—the first four are simple ones: “that nothing is good but what
is honest,” according to the Stoics; “nothing good but pleasure,” as
Epicurus maintains; “nothing good but a freedom from pain,” as
Hieronymus62 asserts; “nothing good but an enjoyment of the principal,
or all, or the greatest goods of nature,” as Carneades maintained
against the Stoics—these are simple, the others are mixed propositions.
Then there are three kinds of goods: the greatest being those of the
mind; the next best those of the body; the third are external goods, as
the Peripatetics call them, and the Old Academics differ very little
from them. Dinomachus63 and Callipho64 have coupled pleasure with
honesty; but Diodorus65 the Peripatetic has joined indolence to
honesty. These are the opinions that have some footing; for those of
Aristo,66 Pyrrho,67 Herillus,68 and of some others, are quite out
of date. Now let us see what weight these men have in 195them, excepting the
Stoics, whose opinion I think I have sufficiently defended; and indeed I
have explained what the Peripatetics have to say; excepting that
Theophrastus, and those who followed him, dread and abhor pain in too
weak a manner. The others may go on to exaggerate the gravity and
dignity of virtue, as usual; and then, after they have extolled it to
the skies, with the usual extravagance of good orators, it is easy to
reduce the other topics to nothing by comparison, and to hold them up to
contempt. They who think that praise deserves to be sought after, even
at the expense of pain, are not at liberty to deny those men to be happy
who have obtained it. Though they may be under some evils, yet this name
of happy has a very wide application.
XXXI. For even as trading is said to be lucrative, and farming
advantageous, not because the one never meets with any loss, nor the
other with any damage from the inclemency of the weather, but because
they succeed in general; so life may be properly called happy, not from
its being entirely made up of good things, but because it abounds with
these to a great and considerable degree. By this way of reasoning,
then, a happy life may attend virtue even to the moment of execution;
nay, may descend with her into Phalaris’s bull, according to Aristotle,
Xenocrates, Speusippus, Polemon; and will not be gained over by any
allurements to forsake her. Of the same opinion will Calliphon and
Diodorus be; for they are both of them such friends to virtue as to
think that all things should be discarded and far removed that are
incompatible with it. The rest seem to be more hampered with these
doctrines, but yet they get clear of them; such as Epicurus, Hieronymus,
and whoever else thinks it worth while to defend the deserted Carneades:
for there is not one of them who does not think the mind to be judge of
those goods, and able sufficiently to instruct him how to despise what
has the appearance only of good or evil. For what seems to you to be the
case with Epicurus is the case also with Hieronymus and Carneades, and,
indeed, with all the rest of them; for who is there who is not
sufficiently prepared against death and pain? I will begin, with your
leave, with him whom we call soft and voluptuous. What! 196does he seem,
to you to be afraid of death or pain when he calls the day of his death
happy; and who, when he is afflicted by the greatest pains, silences
them all by recollecting arguments of his own discovering? And this is
not done in such a manner as to give room for imagining that he talks
thus wildly from some sudden impulse; but his opinion of death is, that
on the dissolution of the animal all sense is lost; and what is deprived
of sense is, as he thinks, what we have no concern at all with. And as
to pain, too, he has certain rules to follow then: if it be great, the
comfort is that it must be short; if it be of long continuance, then it
must be supportable. What, then? Do those grandiloquent gentlemen state
anything better than Epicurus in opposition to these two things which
distress us the most? And as to other things, do not Epicurus and the
rest of the philosophers seem sufficiently prepared? Who is there who
does not dread poverty? And yet no true philosopher ever can dread it.
XXXII. But with how little is this man himself satisfied! No one has
said more on frugality. For when a man is far removed from those things
which occasion a desire of money, from love, ambition, or other daily
extravagance, why should he be fond of money, or concern himself at all
about it? Could the Scythian Anacharsis69 disregard money, and shall
not our philosophers be able to do so? We are informed of an epistle of
his in these words: “Anacharsis to Hanno, greeting. My clothing is the
same as that with which the Scythians cover themselves; the hardness of
my feet supplies the want of shoes; the ground is my bed, hunger my
sauce, my food milk, cheese, and flesh. So you may come to me as to a
man in want of nothing. But as to those presents you take so much
pleasure in, you may dispose of them to your own citizens, or to the
immortal Gods.” And almost all philosophers, of all schools, excepting
those who are warped 197from right reason by a vicious disposition, might
have been of this same opinion. Socrates, when on one occasion he saw a
great quantity of gold and silver carried in a procession, cried out,
“How many things are there which I do not want!” Xenocrates, when some
ambassadors from Alexander had brought him fifty talents, which was a
very large sum of money in those times, especially at Athens, carried
the ambassadors to sup in the Academy, and placed just a sufficiency
before them, without any apparatus. When they asked him, the next day,
to whom he wished the money which they had for him to be paid: “What!”
said he, “did you not perceive by our slight repast of yesterday that I
had no occasion for money?” But when he perceived that they were
somewhat dejected, he accepted of thirty minas, that he might not seem
to treat with disrespect the king’s generosity. But Diogenes took a
greater liberty, like a Cynic, when Alexander asked him if he wanted
anything: “Just at present,” said he, “I wish that you would stand a
little out of the line between me and the sun,” for Alexander was
hindering him from sunning himself. And, indeed, this very man used to
maintain how much he surpassed the Persian king in his manner of life
and fortune; for that he himself was in want of nothing, while the other
never had enough; and that he had no inclination for those pleasures of
which the other could never get enough to satisfy himself; and that the
other could never obtain his.
XXXIII. You see, I imagine, how Epicurus has divided his kinds of
desires, not very acutely perhaps, but yet usefully: saying that they
are “partly natural and necessary; partly natural, but not necessary;
partly neither. That those which are necessary may be supplied almost
for nothing; for that the things which nature requires are easily
obtained.” As to the second kind of desires, his opinion is that any one
may easily either enjoy or go without them. And with regard to the
third, since they are utterly frivolous, being neither allied to
necessity nor nature, he thinks that they should be entirely rooted out.
On this topic a great many arguments are adduced by the Epicureans; and
those pleasures which they do not despise in a body, they disparage one
by one, and seem rather 198for lessening the number of them; for as to
wanton pleasures, on which subject they say a great deal, these, say
they, are easy, common, and within any one’s reach; and they think that
if nature requires them, they are not to be estimated by birth,
condition, or rank, but by shape, age, and person: and that it is by no
means difficult to refrain from them, should health, duty, or reputation
require it; but that pleasures of this kind may be desirable, where they
are attended with no inconvenience, but can never be of any use. And the
assertions which Epicurus makes with respect to the whole of pleasure
are such as show his opinion to be that pleasure is always desirable,
and to be pursued merely because it is pleasure; and for the same reason
pain is to be avoided, because it is pain. So that a wise man will
always adopt such a system of counterbalancing as to do himself the
justice to avoid pleasure, should pain ensue from it in too great a
proportion; and will submit to pain, provided the effects of it are to
produce a greater pleasure: so that all pleasurable things, though the
corporeal senses are the judges of them, are still to be referred to the
mind, on which account the body rejoices while it perceives a present
pleasure; but that the mind not only perceives the present as well as
the body, but foresees it while it is coming, and even when it is past
will not let it quite slip away. So that a wise man enjoys a continual
series of pleasures, uniting the expectation of future pleasure to the
recollection of what he has already tasted. The like notions are applied
by them to high living; and the magnificence and expensiveness of
entertainments are deprecated, because nature is satisfied at a small
expense.
XXXIV. For who does not see this, that an appetite is the best sauce?
When Darius, in his flight from the enemy, had drunk some water which
was muddy and tainted with dead bodies, he declared that he had never
drunk anything more pleasant; the fact was, that he had never drunk
before when he was thirsty. Nor had Ptolemy ever eaten when he was
hungry; for as he was travelling over Egypt, his company not keeping up
with him, he had some coarse bread presented him in a cottage, upon
which he said, “Nothing ever seemed to him pleasanter 199than that bread.”
They relate, too, of Socrates, that, once when he was walking very fast
till the evening, on his being asked why he did so, his reply was that
he was purchasing an appetite by walking, that he might sup the better.
And do we not see what the Lacedæmonians provide in their Phiditia?
where the tyrant Dionysius supped, but told them he did not at all like
that black broth, which was their principal dish; on which he who
dressed it said, “It was no wonder, for it wanted seasoning.” Dionysius
asked what that seasoning was; to which it was replied, “Fatigue in
hunting, sweating, a race on the banks of Eurotas, hunger and thirst,”
for these are the seasonings to the Lacedæmonian banquets. And this may
not only be conceived from the custom of men, but from the beasts, who
are satisfied with anything that is thrown before them, provided it is
not unnatural, and they seek no farther. Some entire cities, taught by
custom, delight in parsimony, as I said but just now of the
Lacedæmonians. Xenophon has given an account of the Persian diet, who
never, as he saith, use anything but cresses with their bread; not but
that, should nature require anything more agreeable, many things might
be easily supplied by the ground, and plants in great abundance, and of
incomparable sweetness. Add to this strength and health, as the
consequence of this abstemious way of living. Now, compare with this
those who sweat and belch, being crammed with eating, like fatted oxen;
then will you perceive that they who pursue pleasure most attain it
least; and that the pleasure of eating lies not in satiety, but
appetite.
XXXV. They report of Timotheus, a famous man at Athens, and the head of
the city, that having supped with Plato, and being extremely delighted
with his entertainment, on seeing him the next day, he said, “Your
suppers are not only agreeable while I partake of them, but the next day
also.” Besides, the understanding is impaired when we are full with
overeating and drinking. There is an excellent epistle of Plato to
Dion’s relations, in which there occurs as nearly as possible these
words: “When I came there, that happy life so much talked of, devoted to
Italian and Syracusan entertainments, was noways agreeable to me; to be
crammed twice a day, and never to 200have the night to yourself, and the
other things which are the accompaniments of this kind of life, by which
a man will never be made the wiser, but will be rendered much less
temperate; for it must be an extraordinary disposition that can be
temperate in such circumstances.” How, then, can a life be pleasant
without prudence and temperance? Hence you discover the mistake of
Sardanapalus, the wealthiest king of the Assyrians, who ordered it to be
engraved on his tomb,
I still have what in food I did exhaust;
But what I left, though excellent, is lost.
“What less than this,” says Aristotle, “could be inscribed on the tomb,
not of a king, but an ox?” He said that he possessed those things when
dead, which, in his lifetime, he could have no longer than while he was
enjoying them. Why, then, are riches desired? And wherein doth poverty
prevent us from being happy? In the want, I imagine, of statues,
pictures, and diversions. But if any one is delighted with these things,
have not the poor people the enjoyment of them more than they who are
the owners of them in the greatest abundance? For we have great numbers
of them displayed publicly in our city. And whatever store of them
private people have, they cannot have a great number, and they but
seldom see them, only when they go to their country seats; and some of
them must be stung to the heart when they consider how they came by
them. The day would fail me, should I be inclined to defend the cause of
poverty. The thing is manifest; and nature daily informs us how few
things there are, and how trifling they are, of which she really stands
in need.
XXXVI. Let us inquire, then, if obscurity, the want of power, or even
the being unpopular, can prevent a wise man from being happy. Observe if
popular favor, and this glory which they are so fond of, be not attended
with more uneasiness than pleasure. Our friend Demosthenes was certainly
very weak in declaring himself pleased with the whisper of a woman who
was carrying water, as is the custom in Greece, and who whispered to
another, “That is he—that is Demosthenes.” What could be weaker than
201this? and yet what an orator he was! But although he had learned to
speak to others, he had conversed but little with himself. We may
perceive, therefore, that popular glory is not desirable of itself; nor
is obscurity to be dreaded. “I came to Athens,” saith Democritus, “and
there was no one there that knew me:” this was a moderate and grave man
who could glory in his obscurity. Shall musicians compose their tunes to
their own tastes? and shall a philosopher, master of a much better art,
seek to ascertain, not what is most true, but what will please the
people? Can anything be more absurd than to despise the vulgar as mere
unpolished mechanics, taken singly, and to think them of consequence
when collected into a body? These wise men would contemn our ambitious
pursuits and our vanities, and would reject all the honors which the
people could voluntarily offer to them; but we know not how to despise
them till we begin to repent of having accepted them. There is an
anecdote related by Heraclitus, the natural philosopher, of Hermodorus,
the chief of the Ephesians, that he said “that all the Ephesians ought
to be punished with death for saying, when they had expelled Hermodorus
out of their city, that they would have no one among them better than
another; but that if there were any such, he might go elsewhere to some
other people.” Is not this the case with the people everywhere? Do they
not hate every virtue that distinguishes itself? What! was not Aristides
(I had rather instance in the Greeks than ourselves) banished his
country for being eminently just? What troubles, then, are they free
from who have no connection whatever with the people? What is more
agreeable than a learned retirement? I speak of that learning which
makes us acquainted with the boundless extent of nature and the
universe, and which even while we remain in this world discovers to us
both heaven, earth, and sea.
XXXVII. If, then, honor and riches have no value, what is there else to
be afraid of? Banishment, I suppose; which is looked on as the greatest
evil. Now, if the evil of banishment proceeds not from ourselves, but
from the froward disposition of the people, I have just now declared how
contemptible it is. But if to leave one’s country be miserable, 202the
provinces are full of miserable men, very few of the settlers in which
ever return to their country again. But exiles are deprived of their
property! What, then! has there not been enough said on bearing poverty?
But with regard to banishment, if we examine the nature of things, not
the ignominy of the name, how little does it differ from constant
travelling! in which some of the most famous philosophers have spent
their whole life, as Xenocrates, Crantor, Arcesilas, Lacydes, Aristotle,
Theophrastus, Zeno, Cleanthes, Chrysippus, Antipater, Carneades,
Panætius, Clitomachus, Philo, Antiochus, Posidonius, and innumerable
others, who from their first setting-out never returned home again.
Now, what ignominy can a wise man be affected with (for it is of such a
one that I am speaking) who can be guilty of nothing which deserves it?
for there is no occasion to comfort one who is banished for his deserts.
Lastly, they can easily reconcile themselves to every accident who
measure all their objects and pursuits in life by the standard of
pleasure; so that in whatever place that is supplied, there they may
live happily. Thus what Teucer said may be applied to every case:
“Wherever I am happy is my country.”
Socrates, indeed, when he was asked where he belonged to, replied, “The
world;” for he looked upon himself as a citizen and inhabitant of the
whole world. How was it with T. Altibutius? Did he not follow his
philosophical studies with the greatest satisfaction at Athens, although
he was banished? which, however, would not have happened to him if he
had obeyed the laws of Epicurus and lived peaceably in the republic. In
what was Epicurus happier, living in his own country, than Metrodorus,
who lived at Athens? Or did Plato’s happiness exceed that of Xenocrates,
or Polemo, or Arcesilas? Or is that city to be valued much that banishes
all her good and wise men? Demaratus, the father of our King Tarquin,
not being able to bear the tyrant Cypselus, fled from Corinth to
Tarquinii, settled there, and had children. Was it, then, an unwise act
in him to prefer the liberty of banishment to slavery at home?
XXXVIII. Besides the emotions of the mind, all griefs 203and anxieties are
assuaged by forgetting them, and turning our thoughts to pleasure.
Therefore, it was not without reason that Epicurus presumed to say that
a wise man abounds with good things, because he may always have his
pleasures; from whence it follows, as he thinks, that that point is
gained which is the subject of our present inquiry, that a wise man is
always happy. What! though he should be deprived of the senses of seeing
and hearing? Yes; for he holds those things very cheap. For, in the
first place, what are the pleasures of which we are deprived by that
dreadful thing, blindness? For though they allow other pleasures to be
confined to the senses, yet the things which are perceived by the sight
do not depend wholly on the pleasure the eyes receive; as is the case
when we taste, smell, touch, or hear; for, in respect of all these
senses, the organs themselves are the seat of pleasure; but it is not so
with the eyes. For it is the mind which is entertained by what we see;
but the mind may be entertained in many ways, even though we could not
see at all. I am speaking of a learned and a wise man, with whom to
think is to live. But thinking in the case of a wise man does not
altogether require the use of his eyes in his investigations; for if
night does not strip him of his happiness, why should blindness, which
resembles night, have that effect? For the reply of Antipater the
Cyrenaic to some women who bewailed his being blind, though it is a
little too obscene, is not without its significance. “What do you mean?”
saith he; “do you think the night can furnish no pleasure?” And we find
by his magistracies and his actions that old Appius,70 too, who was
blind for many years, was not prevented from doing whatever was required
of him with respect either to the republic or his own affairs. It is
said that C. Drusus’s house was crowded with clients. When they whose
business it was could not see how to conduct themselves, they applied to
a blind guide.
XXXIX. When I was a boy, Cn. Aufidius, a blind man, 204who had served the
office of prætor, not only gave his opinion in the Senate, and was ready
to assist his friends, but wrote a Greek history, and had a considerable
acquaintance with literature. Diodorus the Stoic was blind, and lived
many years at my house. He, indeed, which is scarcely credible, besides
applying himself more than usual to philosophy, and playing on the
flute, agreeably to the custom of the Pythagoreans, and having books
read to him night and day, in all which he did not want eyes, contrived
to teach geometry, which, one would think, could hardly be done without
the assistance of eyes, telling his scholars how and where to draw every
line. They relate of Asclepiades, a native of Eretria, and no obscure
philosopher, when some one asked him what inconvenience he suffered from
his blindness, that his reply was, “He was at the expense of another
servant.” So that, as the most extreme poverty may be borne if you
please, as is daily the case with some in Greece, so blindness may
easily be borne, provided you have the support of good health in other
respects. Democritus was so blind he could not distinguish white from
black; but he knew the difference between good and evil, just and
unjust, honorable and base, the useful and useless, great and small.
Thus one may live happily without distinguishing colors; but without
acquainting yourself with things, you cannot; and this man was of
opinion that the intense application of the mind was taken off by the
objects that presented themselves to the eye; and while others often
could not see what was before their feet, he travelled through all
infinity. It is reported also that Homer71 was blind, but we observe
205his painting as well as his poetry. What country, what coast, what part
of Greece, what military attacks, what dispositions of battle, what
array, what ship, what motions of men and animals, can be mentioned
which he has not described in such a manner as to enable us to see what
he could not see himself? What, then! can we imagine that Homer, or any
other learned man, has ever been in want of pleasure and entertainment
for his mind? Were it not so, would Anaxagoras, or this very Democritus,
have left their estates and patrimonies, and given themselves up to the
pursuit of acquiring this divine pleasure? It is thus that the poets who
have represented Tiresias the Augur as a wise man and blind never
exhibit him as bewailing his blindness. And Homer, too, after he had
described Polyphemus as a monster and a wild man, represents him talking
with his ram, and speaking of his good fortune, inasmuch as he could go
wherever he pleased and touch what he would. And so far he was right,
for that Cyclops was a being of not much more understanding than his
ram.
XL. Now, as to the evil of being deaf. M. Crassus was a little thick of
hearing; but it was more uneasiness to him that he heard himself ill
spoken of, though, in my opinion, he did not deserve it. Our Epicureans
cannot understand Greek, nor the Greeks Latin: now, they are deaf
reciprocally as to each other’s language, and we are all truly deaf with
regard to those innumerable languages which we do not understand. They
do not hear the voice of the harper; but, then, they do not hear the
grating of a saw when it is setting, or the grunting of a hog when his
206throat is being cut, nor the roaring of the sea when they are desirous
of rest. And if they should chance to be fond of singing, they ought, in
the first place, to consider that many wise men lived happily before
music was discovered; besides, they may have more pleasure in reading
verses than in hearing them sung. Then, as I before referred the blind
to the pleasures of hearing, so I may the deaf to the pleasures of
sight: moreover, whoever can converse with himself doth not need the
conversation of another. But suppose all these misfortunes to meet in
one person: suppose him blind and deaf—let him be afflicted with the
sharpest pains of body, which, in the first place, generally of
themselves make an end of him; still, should they continue so long, and
the pain be so exquisite, that we should be unable to assign any reason
for our being so afflicted—still, why, good Gods! should we be under
any difficulty? For there is a retreat at hand: death is that retreat—a
shelter where we shall forever be insensible. Theodorus said to
Lysimachus, who threatened him with death, “It is a great matter,
indeed, for you to have acquired the power of a Spanish fly!” When
Perses entreated Paulus not to lead him in triumph, “That is a matter
which you have in your own power,” said Paulus. I said many things about
death in our first day’s disputation, when death was the subject; and
not a little the next day, when I treated of pain; which things if you
recollect, there can be no danger of your looking upon death as
undesirable, or, at least, it will not be dreadful.
That custom which is common among the Grecians at their banquets should,
in my opinion, be observed in life: Drink, say they, or leave the
company; and rightly enough; for a guest should either enjoy the
pleasure of drinking with others, or else not stay till he meets with
affronts from those that are in liquor. Thus, those injuries of fortune
which you cannot bear you should flee from.
XLI. This is the very same which is said by Epicurus and Hieronymus.
Now, if those philosophers, whose opinion it is that virtue has no power
of itself, and who say that the conduct which we denominate honorable
and laudable is really nothing, and is only an empty circumstance 207set
off with an unmeaning sound, can nevertheless maintain that a wise man
is always happy, what, think you, may be done by the Socratic and
Platonic philosophers? Some of these allow such superiority to the goods
of the mind as quite to eclipse what concerns the body and all external
circumstances. But others do not admit these to be goods; they make
everything depend on the mind: whose disputes Carneades used, as a sort
of honorary arbitrator, to determine. For, as what seemed goods to the
Peripatetics were allowed to be advantages by the Stoics, and as the
Peripatetics allowed no more to riches, good health; and other things of
that sort than the Stoics, when these things were considered according
to their reality, and not by mere names, his opinion was that there was
no ground for disagreeing. Therefore, let the philosophers of other
schools see how they can establish this point also. It is very agreeable
to me that they make some professions worthy of being uttered by the
mouth of a philosopher with regard to a wise man’s having always the
means of living happily.
XLII. But as we are to depart in the morning, let us remember these five
days’ discussions; though, indeed, I think I shall commit them to
writing: for how can I better employ the leisure which I have, of
whatever kind it is, and whatever it be owing to? And I will send these
five books also to my friend Brutus, by whom I was not only incited to
write on philosophy, but, I may say, provoked. And by so doing it is not
easy to say what service I may be of to others. At all events, in my own
various and acute afflictions, which surround me on all sides, I cannot
find any better comfort for myself.