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118 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 46
“That we should do for our friends just what we would do for ourselves;
that our good offices to our friends should correspond in quantity and quality to those they perform for us;
that one’s friends should value him according to his own self-estimate” (59).
“Indeed, of all things which fortune or nature ever gave me, I have nothing that I can compare with the friendship of Scipio... Never, so far as I know, did I offend him in the least thing; never did I hear from him a word which I would not wish to hear. We had one home; the same diet, and that simple; we were together... in journeying and in our rural sojourns. And what shall I say of our... pursuit of knowledge, and in learning everything new within our reach... Had the recollection and remembrance of these things died with him, I could not anyhow bear the loss of a man, thus bound to me in the closest intimacy and holding me in the dearest love. But they are not blotted out, they are rather nourished and increased by reflection and memory; and were I entirely bereft of them, my advanced age would still be my great comfort, for I can miss his society but for a brief season, and all sorrows, however heavy, if they can last but a little while, ought to be endured” (96-97).