Nature, all that your seasons bring is fruit to me.

Universe, your harmony is my harmony: nothing in your good time is too early or too late for me. Nature, all that your seasons bring is fruit to me. … The Earth loves! She loves the rain! And the venerable Ether? It loves too. The World, too, loves to produce that which must occur. And I say to the World: I, too, love---along with you.


Philosophical Category Tags: Penguin Classics The Inner Citadel Marcus Aurelius – Med IV 23 & X 21 Transl Hadot & Chase Transl Martin Hammond


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