“ But you will tell me there is much folly and even madness in the love of women. Is there not more extravagance in the love of boys?'Seeing my many rivals I grow faint. The lad is beardless, smooth and soft and handsome, O that I might in his embraces die, And have the fact recorded on my tomb.' Such extravagant language as this is madness not love. And it is absurd to detract from woman's various excellence. Look at their self-restraint and intelligence, their fidelity and uprightness, and that bravery courage and magnanimity so conspicuous in many! ”
Plutarch
Summary
"Plutarch's Morals," compiled by the ancient Greek philosopher Plutarch, is a collection of moral and philosophical essays exploring themes such as virtue, vice, envy, friendship, and the role of fortune in human affairs. Drawing on classical thinkers like Plato and Euripides, the work examines the interplay between emotion and self-restraint, critiquing societal flaws while advocating for ethical reflection.
Through dialogues and maxims, Plutarch addresses topics from the nature of love to the dangers of flattery, framing morality as a dynamic struggle between human weakness and philosophical idealism. This text, part of the broader Moralia corpus, remains a cornerstone of ancient ethical discourse.
Quotes from Plutarch's Morals (Plutarch)
“ Nay more, we call the wisdom and prudence that makes people good in regard to pleasure self-control and sobriety, and in dangers and hardships endurance and fortitude, and in dealings between man and man and in public life equity and justice. And so, if we are to ascribe to fortune the acts of wisdom, let us ascribe justice and sobriety to fortune also, aye, and let us put down to fortune stealing, and picking pockets, and lewdness, and let us bid farewell to argument, and throw ourselves entirely on fortune, as if we were, like dust or refuse, borne along and hurried away by a violent wind. ”
“ But the truth is the soul is an exile and wanderer, being driven about by the divine decrees and laws, and then, as in some sea-girt island, gets joined to the body like an oyster to its shell, as Plato says, because it cannot call to mind or remember from what honour and greatness of happiness it migrated, not from Sardis to Athens, nor from Corinth to Lemnos or Scyros, but exchanging heaven and the moon for earth and life upon earth, if it shifts from place to place for ever so short a time it is put out and feels strange, and fades away like a dying plant. ”
