Plain
Seneca — The Senator

Why don't you look at your own problems instead? They're tearing you apart from every direction. Some attack you from the outside. Others burn inside your heart. Even if you don't know much about yourself, people haven't sunk so low that you have time to criticize those who are better than you.

On the Happy Life, Section 27 100 of 101
Knowing Yourself Human Nature
Seneca — The Senator Original

Why do you not rather cast your eyes around yourselves at the ills which tear you to pieces on every side, some attacking you from without, some burning in your own bosoms? However little you know your own place, mankind has not yet come to such a pass that you can have leisure to wag your tongues to the reproach of your betters.

On the Happy Life, Section 27 100 of 101
Seneca — The Senator

So go find something soft and weak to attack with your criticism. But do you really have time to spy on other people's mistakes and judge everyone? To ask why this philosopher has such a big house, or why that one eats so well? You're looking at other people's tiny flaws while you're covered with huge problems of your own. It's like someone with a serious skin disease pointing and laughing at the small moles on beautiful people. Go ahead — criticize Plato for wanting money, criticize Aristotle for getting it, Democritus for ignoring it, Epicurus for spending it. Throw Phaedrus and Alcibiades in my face too, you who get your biggest thrill from copying our worst habits!

On the Happy Life, Section 27 99 of 101
Human Nature Knowing Yourself
Seneca — The Senator Original

Wherefore, seek some soft and yielding object to pierce with your darts. But have you leisure to peer into other men's evil deeds and to sit in judgment upon anybody? to ask how it is that this philosopher has so roomy a house, or that one so good a dinner? Do you look at other people's pimples while you yourselves are covered with countless ulcers? This is as though one who was eaten up by the mange were to point with scorn at the moles and warts on the bodies of the handsomest men. Reproach Plato with having sought for money, reproach Aristotle with having obtained it, Democritus with having disregarded it, Epicurus with having spent it: cast Phaedrus and Alcibiades in my own teeth, you who reach the height of enjoyment whenever you get an opportunity of imitating our vices!

On the Happy Life, Section 27 99 of 101
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