In the canon
Letters from a Stoic
- Form
- Form Letters
- Year
- Year 65 CE
- Originally in
- Originally in Latin
- Pages
- Pages 250
Hold on to every hour, Seneca writes to his friend Lucilius in the very first of these letters, because while you defer living, life is hurrying past. He was writing in his last years, withdrawn from Nero's court, from the pupil who would one day order him to open his veins, and that shadow lies under every page: a man rehearsing his own death in ink, calmly, long before it was asked of him.
There are more things, Lucilius, likely to frighten us than there are to crush us; we suffer more often in imagination than in reality.
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