The Meditations of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
- Language:
- English
- Status:
- Complete work
- Authorship:
- Written by the author
- Condition of the text:
- No scanning noise detected (automatic measure over the whole text, not checked by hand)
- Extent:
- ~40,600 words · 193 passages
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- APAMarcus Aurelius. (n.d.). The Meditations of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus. Digital reproduction: SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/en/works/marcus-aurelius/the-meditations-of-the-emperor-marcus-aurelius-antoninus
- MLAMarcus Aurelius. The Meditations of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus. Digital reproduction, SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/en/works/marcus-aurelius/the-meditations-of-the-emperor-marcus-aurelius-antoninus.
- ChicagoMarcus Aurelius. The Meditations of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus. Digital reproduction, SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/en/works/marcus-aurelius/the-meditations-of-the-emperor-marcus-aurelius-antoninus.
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What it is about
The private notebooks of a Roman emperor reminding himself how to live: what is in our power, how to bear pain and death, and why another's offence should not govern us.
Context and history
Written in Greek between AD 170 and 180, much of it during the military campaigns on the Danube, and never meant for publication: they are one man's notes to himself. They survived through chance copies and were not printed until 1559. That the most widely read Stoic book in the world was written by the most powerful man of his age — and that he writes in it about his own irritability — is much of what makes it last.
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sculptors or painters set forth for him their presentments. With like pleasure will his chaste eyes behold the maturity and grace of old age in man or woman, and the inviting charms of youth. Many such things will strike him, things not credible to the many, but which come to him alone who is truly familiar with the works of Nature and near to her own heart. 3. Hippocrates, who had healed many diseases, himself fell sick, and died. The Chaldeans foretold the fatal hours of multitudes, and afterwards fate carried themselves away. Alexander, Pompey, and Gaius Caesar, who so often razed whole cities, and cut off in battle so many myriads of horse and foot, at last departed from this life themselves. Heraclitus, after his many speculations on the conflagration of the world, died, swollen with water and plastered with cow-dung. Vermin destroyed Democritus; Socrates was killed by vermin of another sort. What of all this? You have gone aboard, made your voyage, come to harbour. Disembark: if into another life, there will God be also; if into nothingness, at least you will have done with bearing pain and pleasure, and with your slavery to this vessel so much meaner than its slave. For the soul is intelligence and deity, the body dust and corruption. 4. Waste not what remains of life in consideration about others, when it makes not for the common good. Be sure you are neglecting other work if you busy yourself with what such a one is doing and why, with what he is saying, thinking, or scheming. All such things do but divert you from the steadfast guardianship of your own soul. It behoves you, then, in every train of thought to shun all that is aimless or useless, and, above all, everything officious or malignant. Accustom yourself so, and only so, to think, that, if any one were suddenly to ask you, "Of what are you thinking-now?" you could answer frankly and at once, "Of so and so.…
Themes in this work
Quotes
“The best revenge is not to copy him that wronged you.”
“Adapt yourself to the things which your destiny has given you: love those with whom it is your lot to live, and love them with sincere affection.”
“The Universe is either a confusion ravelled and unravelled again, or else a unity compact of order and forethought.”