#stoicism

As I've grown older, I've realised that one of the joys of reading is not only to discover new books but to re-read and re-discover ones I've read before. Just as listening to a song when you're in love is different to when you're not, so (as I've commented before somewhere) reading a book at one age is different to reading one at another.

Let it be clear to you that the peace of green fields can always be yours, in this, that, or any other spot; and that nothing is any different here from what it would be either up in the hills, or down by the sea, or wherever else you will. You will find the same thought in Plato, where he speaks of living within the city walls ‘as though milking his flocks in a mountain sheepfold’.

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