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Meditations: A New Translation

This book is a translation of the original Latin text by Marcus Aurelius, a Roman Emperor and philosopher. It consists of personal writings that reflect on his thoughts and experiences, providing insights into Stoic philosophy and its principles of living a virtuous life. more

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Marcus Aurelius
Marcus Aurelius

Marcus Aurelius, born in 121 AD and died in 180 AD, was an emperor of the Roman Empire. He is one of the Five Good Emperors and is known for his philosophical thoughts and the stability of his reign. He was not only an outstanding politician but also a famous Stoic philosopher, whose work 'Meditations' has had a profound impact on later generations. more

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