In general everyone ought to hold the conviction, if he seriously reviews the
facts both by himself and in the company of another, that not the longest
life is the best, but the most efficient. For it is not the man who has
played the lyre the most, or made the most speeches, or piloted the most
ships, who is commended, but he who has done these things excellently.
Excellence is not to be ascribed to length of time, but to worth and timely
fitness. For these have come to be regarded as tokens of good fortune and of
divine favour. It is for this reason, at any rate, that the poets have
traditionally represented those of the heroes who were preeminent and sprung
from the gods as quitting this life before old age, like him Who to the
heart of great Zeus and Apollo was held to be dearest, Loved with exceeding
great love ; but of eld he reached not the threshold.1 For we everywhere observe
that it is a happy use of opportunity, rather than a happy old age, that
wins the highest place.2 For of
trees and plants the best are those that in a brief time produce the most
crops of fruit, and the best of animals are those from which in no long time
we have the greatest service toward our livelihood. The terms ‘long
’ and ‘short’ obviously appear to lose their
difference if we fix [p. 159] our gaze on eternity. For a
thousand or ten thousand years, according to Simonides, are but a vague
second of time, or rather the smallest fraction of a second. Take the case
of those creatures which they relate exist on the shores of the Black
Sea,3 and have an existence of only
one day, being born in the morning, reaching the prime of life at mid-day,
and toward evening growing old and ending their existence ; would there not
be in those creatures this same feeling which prevails with us, if each of
them had within him a human soul and power to reason, and would not the same
relative conditions obviously obtain there, so that those who departed this
life before mid-day would cause lamentation and tears, while those who lived
through the day would be accounted altogether happy ? The measure of life is
its excellence, not its length in years.