21.
And now for a word with you, whose luxury spreads itself out as widely as the greed of those to whom I have just referred.
To you I say: “Will this custom continue until there is no lake over which the pinnacles of your country-houses do not tower?
Until there is no river whose banks are not bordered by your lordly structures?
Wherever hot waters shall gush forth in rills, there you will be causing new resorts of luxury to rise.
Wherever the shore shall bend into a bay, there will you straightway be laying foundations, and, not content with any land that has not been made by art, you will bring the sea within your boundaries.
On every side let your house-tops flash in the sun, now set on mountain peaks where they command an extensive outlook over sea and land, now lifted from the plain to the height of mountains; build your manifold structures, your huge piles,—you are nevertheless but individuals, and puny ones at that!
What profit to you are your many bed-chambers?
You sleep in one.
No place is yours where you yourselves are not.”
Book: Moral Letters Vol II
Subtitle: Seneca's timeless letters of advice and wisdom.
Author: Seneca
Chapter: On the parts of philosophy
Location: Chapter 89, Section 21
Content:
21.
And now for a word with you, whose luxury spreads itself out as widely as the greed of those to whom I have just referred.
To you I say: “Will this custom continue until there is no lake over which the pinnacles of your country-houses do not tower?
Until there is no river whose banks are not bordered by your lordly structures?
Wherever hot waters shall gush forth in rills, there you will be causing new resorts of luxury to rise.
Wherever the shore shall bend into a bay, there will you straightway be laying foundations, and, not content with any land that has not been made by art, you will bring the sea within your boundaries.
On every side let your house-tops flash in the sun, now set on mountain peaks where they command an extensive outlook over sea and land, now lifted from the plain to the height of mountains; build your manifold structures, your huge piles,—you are nevertheless but individuals, and puny ones at that!
What profit to you are your many bed-chambers?
You sleep in one.
No place is yours where you yourselves are not.”