One man when he has done a good act, does not call out for others to come and see, but he goes on to another act, as a vine goes on to produce again the grapes in season.
This line from Marcus Aurelius' Meditations (Book 5, Section 6, in George Long's translation) captures the essence of true virtue: action performed for its own sake, without fanfare, expectation of praise, or tallying of debts. The emperor contrasts three types of people:
In the spirit of Thoreau, as we've woven before:One man, when he has done a good deed, does not summon the village to witness it, nor carve his name upon the act as upon a gravestone of vanity. He passes on quietly to the next labor, as the vine, having borne its cluster, reaches forth for another season's ripening without a murmur of pride or a glance backward for thanks. The horse runs its course and rests; the bee stores its honey and seeks the next flower; the dog, having chased the game, returns to the hearth. So too the man who lives deliberately: he acts from the soul's quiet necessity, not for the world's ledger or the mirror's flattery.
- One who immediately records the kindness as a favor owed to him.
- Another who doesn't demand repayment openly but privately keeps score, aware of his "debtor."
- The third—like the vine bearing grapes, the horse running its course, the dog pursuing the hunt, or the bee making honey—who acts naturally, unconsciously of the deed as a "favor," and simply continues onward without pause or self-congratulation.
In the spirit of Thoreau, as we've woven before:One man, when he has done a good deed, does not summon the village to witness it, nor carve his name upon the act as upon a gravestone of vanity. He passes on quietly to the next labor, as the vine, having borne its cluster, reaches forth for another season's ripening without a murmur of pride or a glance backward for thanks. The horse runs its course and rests; the bee stores its honey and seeks the next flower; the dog, having chased the game, returns to the hearth. So too the man who lives deliberately: he acts from the soul's quiet necessity, not for the world's ledger or the mirror's flattery.