THE SYSTEM OF NATURE
VOLUME ONE
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
PAUL HENRI THIERY, BARON D'HOLBACH
TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL FRENCH OF M.
DE MIRABAUD
(Mirabaud being the original pseudonym of
Baron D' Holbach)
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First published in French in 1770. This text
is based on a facsimile reprint of an English
translation originally published 1820-21
and covers the first of the original two
volumes.
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CHAPTER. XV
Of Man's true Interest, or of the Ideas he
forms to himself of Happiness.-Man cannot
be happy without Virtue.
Utility, as has been before observed, ought
to be the only standard of the judgment of
man. To be useful, is to contribute to the
happiness of his fellow creatures; to be
prejudicial, is to further their misery.
This granted, let us examine if the principles
we have hitherto established be prejudicial
or advantageous, useful or useless, to the
human race. If man unceasingly seeks after
his happiness, he can only approve of that
which procures for him his object, or furnishes
him the means by which it is to be obtained.
What has been already said will serve in
fixing our ideas upon what constitutes this
happiness: it has been already shewn that
it is only continued pleasure: but in order
that an object may please, it is necessary
that the impressions it makes, the perceptions
it gives, the ideas which it leaves, in short,
that the motion it excites in man should
be analogous to his organization; conformable
to his temperament; assimilated to his individual
nature:-modified as it is by habit, determined
as it is by an infinity of circumstances,
it is necessary that the action of the object
by which he is moved, or of which the idea
remains with him, far from enfeebling him,
far from annihilating his feelings, should
tend to strengthen him; it is necessary,
that without fatiguing his mind, exhausting
his faculties, or deranging his organs, this
object should impart to his machine that
degree of activity for which it continually
has occasion. What is the object that unites
all these qualities? Where is the man whose
organs are susceptible of continual agitation
without being fatigued; without experiencing
a painful sensation; without sinking? Man
is always willing to be warned of his existence
in the most lively manner, as long as he
can be so without pain. What do I say? He
consents frequently to suffer, rather than
not feel. He accustoms himself to a thousand
things which at first must have affected
him in a disagreeable manner; but which frequently
end either by converting themselves into
wants, or by no longer affecting him any
way: of this truth tobacco, coffee, and above
all brandy furnish examples: this is the
reason he runs to see tragedies; that he
witnesses the execution of criminals. In
short, the desire of feeling, of being powerfully
moved, appears to be the principle of curiosity;
of that avidity with which man seizes on
the marvellous; of that earnestness with
which he clings to the supernatural; of the
disposition he evinces for the incomprehensible.
Where, indeed, can he always find objects
in nature capable of continually supplying
the stimulus requisite to keep him in activity,
that shall be ever proportioned to the state
of his own organization; which his extreme
mobility renders subject to perpetual variation?
The most lively pleasures are always the
least durable, seeing they are those which
exhaust him most.
That man should be uninterruptedly happy,
it would be requisite that his powers were
infinite; it would require that to his mobility
he joined a vigor, attached a solidity, which
nothing could change; or else it is necessary
that the objects from which he receives impulse,
should either acquire or lose properties,
according to the different states through
which his machine is successively obliged
to pass; it would need that the essences
of beings should be changed in the same proportion
as his dispositions; should be submitted
to the continual influence of a thousand
causes, which modify him without his knowledge,
and in despite of himself. If, at each moment,
his machine undergoes changes more or less
marked, which are ascribable to the different
degrees of elasticity, of density, of serenity
of the atmosphere; to the portion of igneous
fluid circulating through his blood; to the
harmony of his organs; to the order that
exists between the various parts of his body;
if, at every period of his existence, his
nerves have not the same tensions, his fibres
the same elasticity, his mind the same activity,
his imagination the same ardour, &c.
it is evident that the same causes in preserving
to him only the same qualities, cannot always
affect him in the same manner. Here is the
reason why those objects that please him
in one season displease him in another: these
objects have not themselves sensibly changed;
but his organs, his dispositions, his ideas,
his mode of seeing, his manner of feeling,
have changed:-such is the source of man's
inconstancy.
If the same objects are not constantly in
that state competent to form the happiness
of the same individual, it is easy to perceive
that they are yet less in a capacity to please
all men; or that the same happiness cannot
be suitable to all. Beings already various
by their temperament, unlike in their faculties,
diversified in their organization, different
in their imagination, dissimilar in their
ideas, of distinct opinions, of contrary
habits, which an infinity of circumstances,
whether physical or moral, have variously
modified, must necessarily form very different
notions of happiness. Those of a MISER cannot
be the same as those of a PRODIGAL; those
of a VOLUPTUARY, the same as those of one
who is PHLEGMATIC; those of an intemperate,
the same as those of a rational man, who
husbands his health. The happiness of each,
is in consequence composed of his natural
organization, and of those circumstances,
of those habits, of those ideas, whether
true or false, that have modified him: this
organization and these circumstances, never
being the same in any two men, it follows,
that what is the object of one man's views,
must be indifferent, or even displeasing
to another; thus, as we have before said,
no one can be capable of judging of that
which may contribute to the felicity of his
fellow man.
Interest is the object to which each individual
according to his temperament and his own
peculiar ideas, attaches his welfare; from
which it will be perceived that this interest
is never more than that which each contemplates
as necessary to his happiness. It must, therefore,
be concluded, that no man is totally without
interest. That of the miser to amass wealth;
that of the prodigal to dissipate it: the
interest of the ambitious is to obtain power;
that of the modest philosopher to enjoy tranquillity;
the interest of the debauchee is to give
himself up, without reserve, to all sorts
of pleasure; that of the prudent man, to
abstain from those which may injure him:
the interest of the wicked is to gratify
his passions at any price: that of the virtuous
to merit by his conduct the love, to elicit
by his actions the approbation of others;
to do nothing that can degrade himself in
his own eyes.
Thus, when it is said that Interest is the
only motive of human actions; it is meant
to indicate that each man labours after his
own manner, to his own peculiar happiness;
that he places it in some object either visible
or concealed; either real or imaginary; that
the whole system of his conduct is directed
to its attainment. This granted, no man can
be called disinterested; this appellation
is only applied to those of whose motives
we are ignorant; or whose interest we approve.
Thus the man who finds a greater pleasure
in assisting his friends in misfortune than
preserving in his coffers useless treasure,
is called generous, faithful, and disinterested;
in like manner all men are denominated disinterested,
who feel their glory far more precious than
their fortune. In short, all men are designated
disinterested who place their happiness in
making sacrifices which man considers costly,
because he does not attach the same value
to the object for which the sacrifice is
made.
Man frequently judges very erroneously of
the interest of others, either because the
motives that animate them are too complicated
for him to unravel; or because to be enabled
to judge of them fairly, it is needful to
have the same eyes, the same organs the same
passions, the same opinions: nevertheless,
obliged to form his judgment of the actions
of mankind, by their effect on himself, he
approves the interest that actuates them
whenever the result is advantageous for his
species: thus, he admires valour, generosity,
the love of liberty, great talents, virtue,
&c. he then only approves of the objects
in which the beings he applauds have placed
their happiness; he approves these dispositions
even when he is not in a capacity to feel
their effects; but in this judgment he is
not himself disinterested; experience, reflection,
habit, reason, have given him a taste for
morals, and he finds as much pleasure in
being witness to a great and generous action,
as the man of virtu finds in the sight of
a fine picture of which he is not the proprietor.
He who has formed to himself a habit of practising
virtue, is a man who has unceasingly before
his eyes the interest that he has in meriting
the affection, in deserving the esteem, in
securing the assistance of others, as well
as to love and esteem himself: impressed
with these ideas which have become habitual
to him, he abstains even from concealed crimes,
since these would degrade him in his own
eyes: he resembles a man who having from
his infancy contracted the habit of cleanliness,
would be painfully affected at seeing himself
dirty, even when no one should witness it.
The honest man is he to whom truth has shewn
his interest or his happiness in a mode of
acting that others are obliged to love, are
under the necessity to approve for their
own peculiar interest.
These principles, duly developed, are the
true basis of morals; nothing is more chimerical
than those which are founded upon imaginary
motives placed out of nature; or upon innate
sentiments; which some speculators have regarded
as anterior to man's experience; as wholly
independant of those advantages which result
to him from its use: it is the essence of
man to love himself; to tend to his own conservation;
to seek to render his existence happy: thus
interest, or the desire of happiness, is
the only real motive of all his actions;
this interest depends upon his natural organization,
rests itself upon his wants, is bottomed
upon his acquired ideas, springs from the
habits he has contracted: he is without doubt
in error, when either a vitiated organization
or false opinions shew him his welfare in
objects either useless or injurious to himself,
as well as to others; he marches steadily
in the paths of virtue when true ideas have
made him rest his happiness on a conduct
useful to his species; in that which is approved
by others; which renders him an interesting
object to his associates. Morals would be
a vain science if it did not incontestibly
prove to man that his interest consists in
being virtuous. Obligation of whatever kind,
can only be founded upon the probability
or the certitude of either obtaining a good
or avoiding an evil.
Indeed, in no one instant of his duration,
can a sensible, an intelligent being, either
lose sight of his own preservation or forget
his own welfare; he owes happiness to himself;
but experience quickly proves to him, that
bereaved of assistance, quite alone, left
entirely to himself, he cannot procure all
those objects which are requisite to his
felicity: he lives with sensible, with intelligent
beings, occupied like himself with their
own peculiar happiness; but capable of assisting
him, in obtaining those objects he most desires;
he discovers that these beings will not be
favorable to his views, but when they find
their interest involved; from which he concludes,
that his own happiness demands, that his
own wants render it necessary he should conduct
himself at all times in a manner suitable
to conciliate the attachment, to obtain the
approbation, to elicit the esteem, to secure
the assistance of those beings who are most
capacitated to further his designs. He perceives,
that it is man who is most necessary to the
welfare of man: that to induce him to join
in his interests, he ought to make him find
real advantages in recording his projects:
but to procure real advantages to the beings
of the human species, is to have virtue;
the reasonable man, therefore, is obliged
to feel that it is his interest to be virtuous.
Virtue is only the art of rendering himself
happy, by the felicity of others. The virtuous
man is he who communicates happiness to those
beings who are capable of rendering his own
condition happy; who are necessary to his
conservation; who have the ability to procure
him a felicitous existence.
Such, then, is the true foundation of all
morals; merit and virtue are founded upon
the nature of man; have their dependance
upon his wants. It is virtue alone that can
render him truly happy: without virtue society
can neither be useful nor indeed subsist;
it can only have real utility when it assembles
beings animated with the desire of pleasing
each other, and disposed to labour to their
reciprocal advantage: there exists no comfort
in those families whose members are not in
the happy disposition to lend each other
mutual succours; who have not a reciprocity
of feeling that stimulates them to assist
one another; that induces them to cling to
each other, to support the sorrows of life;
to unite their efforts, to put away those
evils to which nature has subjected them;
the conjugal bonds, are sweet only in proportion
as they identify the interest of two beings,
united by the want of legitimate pleasure;
from whence results the maintenance of political
society, and the means of furnishing it with
citizens. Friendship has charms only when
it more particularly associates two virtuous
beings; that is to say, animated with the
sincere desire of conspiring to their reciprocal
happiness. In short, it is only by displaying
virtue, that man can merit the benevolence,
can win the confidence, can gain the esteem,
of all those with whom he has relation; in
a word, no man can be independently happy.
Indeed, the happiness of each human individual
depends on those sentiments to which he gives
birth, on those feelings which he nourishes
in the beings amongst whom his destiny has
placed him; grandeur may dazzle them; power
may wrest from them an involuntary homage;
force may compel an unwilling obedience;
opulence may seduce mean, may attract venal
souls; but it is humanity, it is benevolence,
it is compassion, it is equity, that unassisted
by these, can without efforts obtain for
him, from those by whom he is surrounded,
those delicious sentiments of attachments,
those soothing feelings of tenderness, those
sweet ideas of esteem, of which all reasonable
men feel the necessity. To be virtuous then,
is to place his interest in that which accords
with the interest of others; it is to enjoy
those benefits, to partake of that pleasure
which he himself diffuses over his fellows.
He whom, his nature, his education, his reflections,
his habits, have rendered susceptible of
these dispositions, and to whom his circumstances
have given him the faculty of gratifying
them, becomes an interesting object to all
those who approach him: he enjoys every instant,
he reads with satisfaction the contentment,
he contemplates with pleasure the joy which
he has diffused over all countenances: his
wife, his children, his friends, his servants
greet him with gay, serene faces, indicative
of that content, harbingers of that peace,
which he recognizes for his own work: every
thing that environs him is ready to partake
his pleasures; to share his pains; cherished,
respected, looked up to by others, every
thing conducts him to agreeable reflections;
he knows the rights he has acquired over
their hearts; he applauds himself for being
the source of a felicity that captivates
all the world; his own condition, his sentiments
of self-love, become an hundred times more
delicious when he sees them participated
by all those with whom his destiny has connected
him. The habit of virtue creates for him
no wants but those which virtue itself suffices
to satisfy; it is thus that virtue is always
its own peculiar reward, that it remunerates
itself with all the advantages which it incessantly
procures for others.
It will be said, and perhaps even proved,
that under the present constitution of things,
virtue far from procuring the welfare of
those who practice it frequently plunges
man into misfortune; often places continual
obstacles to his felicity; that almost every
where it is without recompence. What do I
say? A thousand examples could be adduced
as evidence, that in almost every country
it is hated, persecuted, obliged to lament
the ingratitude of human nature. I reply
with avowing, that by a necessary consequence
of the errors of his race, virtue rarely
conducts man to those objects in which the
uninformed make their happiness consist.
The greater number of societies, too frequently
ruled by those whose ignorance makes them
abuse their power,-whose prejudices render
them enemies of virtue,-who flattered by
sycophants, secure in the impunity their
actions enjoy, commonly lavish their esteem,
bestow their kindness, on none but the most
unworthy objects; reward only the most frivolous,
recompence none but the most prejudicial
qualities; and hardly ever accord that justice
to merit which is unquestionably its due.
But the truly honest man, is neither ambitious
of renumeration, nor sedulous of the suffrages
of a society thus badly constituted: contented
with domestic happiness, he seeks not to
augment relations, which would do no more
than increase his danger; he knows that a
vitiated community is a whirlwind, with which
an honest man cannot co-order himself: he
therefore steps aside; quits the beaten path,
by continuing in which he would infallibly
be crushed. He does all the good of which
he is capable in his sphere; he leaves the
road free to the wicked, who are willing
to wade through its mire; he laments the
heavy strokes they inflict on themselves;
he applauds mediocrity that affords him security:
he pities those nations made miserable by
their errors,-rendered unhappy by those passions
which are the fatal but necessary consequence;
he sees they contain nothing but wretched
citizens, who far from cultivating their
true interest, far from labouring to their
mutual felicity, far from feeling the real
value of virtue, unconscious how dear it
ought to be to them, do nothing but either
openly attack, or secretly injure it; in
short, who detests a quality which would
restrain their disorderly propensities.
In saying that virtue is its own peculiar
reward, it is simply meant to announce, that
in a society whose views were guided by truth,
trained by experience, conducted by reason,
each individual would be acquainted with
his real interests; would understand the
true end of association; would have sound
motives to perform his duties; find real
advantages in fulfilling them; in fact, it
would be convinced, that to render himself
solidly happy, he should occupy his actions
with the welfare of his fellows; by their
utility merit their esteem, elicit their
kindness, and secure their assistance. In
a well-constituted society, the government,
the laws, education, example, would all conspire
to prove to the citizen, that the nation
of which he forms a part, is a whole that
cannot be happy, that cannot subsist without
virtue; experience would, at each step, convince
him that the welfare of its parts can only
result from that of the whole body corporate;
justice would make him feel, that no society,
can be advantageous to its members, where
the volition of wills in those who act, is
not so conformable to the interests of the
whole, as to produce an advantageous re-action.
But, alas! by the confusion which the errors
of man have carried into his ideas: virtue
disgraced, banished, and persecuted, finds
not one of those advantages it has a right
to expect: man is indeed shewn those rewards
for it in a future life, of which he is almost
always deprived in his actual existence.
It is thought necessary to deceive, considered
proper to seduce, right to intimidate him,
in order to induce him to follow that virtue
which every thing renders incommodious to
him; he is fed with distant hopes, in order
to solicit him to practice virtue, while
contemplation of the world makes it hateful
to him; he is alarmed by remote terrors,
to deter him from committing evil, which
his associates paint as amiable; which all
conspires to render necessary. It is thus
that politics, thus that superstition, by
the formation of chimeras, by the creation
of fictitious interests pretend to supply
those true, those real motives which nature
furnishes,-which experience would point out,-which
an enlightened government should hold forth,-
which the law ought to enforce,-which instruction
should sanction,- which example should encourage,-which
rational opinions would render pleasant.
Man, blinded by his passions, not less dangerous
than necessary, led away by precedent, authorised
by custom, enslaved by habit, pays no attention
to these uncertain promises, is regardless
of the menaces held out; the actual interests
of his immediate pleasures, the force of
his passions, the inveteracy of his habits,
always rise superior to the distant interests
pointed out in his future welfare, or the
remote evils with which he is threatened;
which always appear doubtful, whenever he
compares them with present advantages.
Thus superstition, far from making man virtuous
by principle, does nothing more than impose
upon him a yoke as severe as it is useless;
it is borne by none but enthusiasts, or by
the pusillanimous; who, without becoming
better, tremblingly champ the feeble bit
put into their mouth; who are either rendered
unhappy by their opinions, or dangerous by
their tenets; indeed, experience, that faithful
monitor, incontestibly proves, that superstition
is a dyke inadequate to resist the torrent
of corruption, to which so many accumulated
causes give an irresistible force: nay more,
does not this superstition itself augment
the public disorder, by the dangerous passions
which it lets loose, by the conduct which
it sanctions, by the actions which it consecrates?
Virtue, in almost every climate, is confined
to some few rational souls, who have sufficient
strength of mind to resist the stream of
prejudice; who are contented by remunerating
themselves with the benefits they difuse
over society: whose temperate dispositions
are gratified with the suffrages of a small
number of virtuous approvers; in short, who
are detached from those frivolous advantages
which the injustice of society but too commonly
accords only to baseness, which it rarely
bestows, except to intrigue, with which in
general it rewards nothing but crime.
In despite of the injustice that reigns in
the world, there are, however, some virtuous
men in the bosom even of the most degenerate
nations; notwithstanding the general depravity,
there are some benevolent beings, still enamoured
of virtue; who are fully acquainted with
its true value; who are sufficiently enlightened
to know that it exacts homage even from its
enemies; who to use the language of ECCLESIASTES,
"rejoice in their own works_;"
who are, at least, happy in possessing contented
minds, who are satisfied with concealed pleasures,
those internal recompences of which no earthly
power is competent to deprive them. The honest
man acquires a right to the esteem, has a
just claim to the veneration, wins the confidence,
gains the love, even of those whose conduct
is exposed by a contrast with his own. In
short, vice is obliged to cede to virtue;
of which it blushingly, though unwillingly,
acknowledges the superiority. Independent
of this ascendancy so gentle, of this superiority
so grand, of this pre-eminence so infallible,
when even the whole universe should be unjust
to him, when even every tongue should cover
him with venom, when even every arm should
menace him with hostility, there yet remains
to the honest man the sublime advantage of
loving his own conduct; the ineffable pleasure
of esteeming himself; the unalloyed gratification
of diving with satisfaction into the recesses
of his own heart; the tranquil delight of
contemplating his own actions with that delicious
complacency that others ought to do, if they
were not hood-winked, No power is adequate
to ravish from him the merited esteem of
himself; no authority is sufficiently potent
to give it to him when he deserves it not;
the mightiest monarch cannot lend stability
to this esteem, when it is not well founded;
it is then a ridiculous sentiment: it ought
to be considered, it really is "vanity
and vexation of spirit," it is not wisdom,
but folly in the extreme; it ought to be
censured when it displays itself in a mode
that is mortifying to its neighbour, in a
manner that is troublesome to others; it
is then called ARROGANCE; it is called VANITY;
but when it cannot be condemned, when it
is known for legitimate when it is discovered
to have a solid foundation, when it bottoms
itself upon talents, when it rises upon great
actions that are useful to the community,
when it erects its edifice upon virtue; even
though society should not set these merits
at their just price, it is NOBLE PRIDE, ELEVATION
OF MIND, and GRANDEUR OF SOUL.
Of what consequence then, is it to listen
to those superstitious beings, those enemies
to man's happiness, who have been desirous
of destroying it, even in the inmost recesses
of his heart; who have prescribed to him
hatred of his follower; who have filled him
with contempt for himself; who pretend to
wrest from the honest man that self-respect
which is frequently the only reward that
remains to virtue, in a perverse world. To
annihilate in him this sentiment, so full
in justice, this love of himself, is to break
the most powerful spring, to weaken the most
efficacious stimulus, that urges him to act
right; that spurs him on to do good to his
fellow mortals. What motive, indeed, except
it be this, remains for him in the greater
part of human societies? Is not virtue discouraged?
Is not honesty contemned? Is not audacious
crime encouraged? Is not subtle intrigue
eulogized? Is not cunning vice rewarded?
Is not love of the public weal taxed as folly;
exactitude in fulfilling duties looked upon
as a bubble? Is not compassion laughed to
scorn? ARE NOT TRAITORS DISTINGUISHED BY
PUBLIC HONORS? Is not negligence of morals
applauded,-sensibility derided,-tenderness
scoffed,-conjugal fidelity jeered,-sincerity
despised,-enviolable friendship treated with
ridicule: while seduction, adultery, hard-
heartedness, punic faith, avarice, and fraud,
stalk forth unabashed, decked in gorgeous
array, lauded by the world? Man must have
motives for action: he neither acts well
nor ill, but with a view to his own happiness:
that which he judges will conduce to this
"consummation so devoutly to be wished,"
he thinks his interest; he does nothing gratuitously;
when reward for useful actions is withheld
from him, he is reduced either to become
as abandoned as others, or else to remunerate
himself with his own applause.
This granted; the honest man can never be
completely unhappy; he can never be entirely
deprived of the recompence which is his due;
virtue is competent to repay him for all
the benefits he may bestow on others; can
amply make up to him all the happiness denied
him by public opinion; but nothing can compensate
to him the want of virtue. It does not follow
that the honest man will be exempted from
afflictions: like, the wicked, he is subject
to physical evils; he may pine in indigence;
he may be deprived of friendship; he may
be worn down with disease; he may frequently
be the subject of calumny; he may be the
victim to injustice; he may be treated with
ingratitude; he may be exposed to hatred;
but in the midst of all his misfortunes,
in the very bosom of his sorrows, in the
extremity of his vexation, he finds support
in himself; he is contented with his own
conduct; he respects himself; he feels his
own dignity; he knows the equity of his rights;
he consoles himself with the confidence inspired
by the justness of his cause; he cheers himself
amidst the most sullen circumstances. These
supports are not calculated for the wicked;
they avail him nothing: equally liable with
the honest man to infirmities, equally submitted
to the caprices of his destiny, equally the
sport of a fluctuating world, he finds the
recesses of his own heart filled with dreadful
alarms; diseased with care; cankered with
solitude; corroded with regret; gnawed by
remorse; he dies within himself; his conscience
sustains him not but loads him with reproach;
his mind, overwhelmed, sinks beneath its
own turpitude; his reflection is the bitter
dregs of hemlock; maddening anguish holds
him to the mirror that shews him his own
deformity; that recalls unhallowed deeds;
gloomy thoughts rush on his too faithful
memory; despondence benumbs him; his body,
simultaneously assailed on all sides, bends
under the storm of-his own unruly passions;
at last despair grapples him to her filthy
bosom, he flies from himself. The honest
man is not an insensible Stoic; virtue does
not procure impassibility; honesty gives
no exemption from misfortune, but it enables
him to bear cheerly up against it; to cast
off despair, to keep his own company: if
he is infirm, if he is worn with disease,
he has less to complain of than the vicious
being who is oppressed with sickness, who
is enfeebled by years; if he is indigent,
he is less unhappy in his poverty; if he
is in disgrace, he can endure it with fortitude,
he is not overwhelmed by its pressure, like
the wretched slave to crime.
Thus the happiness of each individual depends
on the cultivation of his temperament; nature
makes both the happy and the unhappy; it
is culture that gives value to the soil nature
has formed; it is instruction that makes
the fruit it produces palatable; It is reflection
that makes it useful. For man to be happily
born, is to have received from nature a sound
body, organs that act with precision-a just
mind, a heart whose passions are analogous,
whose desires are conformable to the circumstances
in which his destiny has placed him: nature,
then, has done every thing for him, when
she has joined to these faculties the quantum
of vigour, the portion of energy, sufficient
to enable him to obtain those Proper things,
which his station, his mode of thinking,
his temperament, have rendered desirable.
Nature has made him a fatal present, when
she has filled his sanguinary vessels with
an over-heated fluid; when she has given
him an imagination too active; when she has
infused into him desires too impetuous; when
he has a hankering after objects either impossible
or improper to be obtained under his circumstances;
or which at least he cannot procure without
those incredible efforts, that either place
his own welfare in danger or disturb the
repose of society. The most happy man, is
commonly he who possesses a peaceful soul;
who only desires those things which he can
procure by labour, suitable to maintain his
activity; which he can obtain without causing
those shocks, that are either too violent
for society, or troublesome to his associates.
A philosopher whose wants are easily satisfied,
who is a stranger, to ambition, who is contented
with the limited circle of a small number
of friends, is, without doubt a being much
more happily constituted than an ambitious
conqueror, whose greedy imagination is reduced
to despair by having only one world to ravage.
He who is happily born, or whom nature has
rendered susceptible of being conveniently
modified, is not a being injurious to society:
it is generally disturbed by men who are
unhappily born, whose organization renders
them turbulent; who are discontented with
their destiny; who are inebriated with their
own licentious passions; who are infatuated
with their own vile schemes; who are smitten
with difficult enterprises; who set the world
in combustion, to gather imaginary benefits
in order to attain which they must inflict
he heaviest curses on mankind, but in which
they make their own happiness consist. An
ALEXANDER requires the destruction of empires,
nations to be deluged with blood, cities
to be laid in ashes, its inhabitants to be
exterminated, to content that passion for
glory, of which he has formed to himself
a false idea; but which his too ardent imagination,
his too vehement mind anxiously thirsts after:
for a DIOGENES there needs only a tub with
the liberty of appearing whimsical; a SOCRATES
wants nothing but the pleasure of forming
disciples to virtue.
Man by his organization is a being to whom
motion is always necessary; he must therefore
always desire it: this is the reason why
too much facility In procuring the objects
of his search, renders them quickly insipid.
To feel happiness, it is necessary to make
efforts to obtain it; to find charms in its
enjoyment, it is necessary that the desire
should be whetted by obstacles; he is presently
disgusted with those benefits which have
cost him but little pains. The expectation
of happiness, the labour requisite to procure
it, the varied prospects it holds forth,
the multiplied pictures which his imagination
forms to him, supply his brain with that
motion for which it has occasion; this gives
impulse to his organs, puts his whole machine
into activity, exercises his faculties, sets
all his springs in play, in a word, puts
him into that agreeable activity, for the
want of which the enjoyment of happiness
itself cannot compensate him. Action is the
true element of the human mind; as soon as
it ceases to act, it falls into disgust,
sinks into lassitude. His soul has the same
occasion for ideas, his stomach has for aliment.
Thus the impulse given him by desire, is
itself a great benefit; it is to the mind
what exercise is to the body; without it
he would not derive any pleasure in the aliments
presented to him; it is thirst that renders
the pleasure of drinking so agreeable; life
is a perpetual circle of regenerated desires
and wants satisfied: repose is only a pleasure
to him who labours; it is a source of weariness,
the cause of sorrow, the spring of vice to
him who has nothing to do. To enjoy without
interruption is not to enjoy any thing: the
man who has nothing to desire is certainly
more unhappy than he who suffers.
These reflections, grounded upon experience,
drawn from the fountain of truth, ought to
prove to man, that good as well as evil depends
on the essence of things. Happiness to be
felt cannot be continued. Labour is necessary,
to make intervals between his pleasures;
his body has occasion for exercise, to co-order
him with the beings who surround him; his
heart must have desires; trouble alone can
give him the right relish of his welfare;
it is this which puts in the shadows, this
which furnishes the true perspective to the
picture of human life. By an irrevocable
law of his destiny, man is obliged to be
discontented with his present condition;
to make efforts to change it; to reciprocally
envy that felicity which no individual enjoys
perfectly. Thus the poor man envies the opulence
of his richer neighbour, although this is
frequently more unhappy than his needy maligner;
thus the rich man views with pain the advantages
of a poverty, which he sees active, healthy,
and frequently jocund, even in the bosom
of penury.
If man was perfectly contented, there would
no longer be any activity in the world; it
is necessary that he should desire; it is
requisite that he should act; it is incumbent
he should labour, in order that he may be
happy: such is the course of nature of which
the life consists in action. Human societies
can only subsist, by the continual exchange
of those things in which man places his happiness.
The poor man is obliged to desire, he is
necessitated to labour, that he may procure
what he knows is requisite to the preservation
of his existence; the primary wants given
to him by nature, are to nourish himself,
clothe himself, lodge himself, and propagate
his species; has he satisfied these? He is
quickly obliged to create others entirely
new; or rather, his imagination only refines
upon the first; he seeks to diversify them;
he is willing to give them fresh zest; arrived
at opulence, when he has run over the whole
circle of wants, when he has completely exhausted
their combinations, he falls into disgust.
Dispensed from labour, his body amasses humours;
destitute of desires, his heart feels a languor;
deprived of activity, he is obliged to participate
his riches, with beings more active, more
laborious than himself: these, following
their own peculiar interests, take upon themselves
the task of labouring for his advantage;
of procuring for him means to satisfy his
want; of ministering to his caprices, in
order to remove the languor that oppresses
him. It is thus the great, the rich excite
the energies, give play to the activity,
rouse the faculties, spur on the industry
of the indigent; these labour to their own
peculiar welfare by working for others: thus
the desire of ameliorating his condition,
renders man necessary to his fellow man;
thus wants, always regenerating, never satisfied,
are the principles of life,-the soul of activity,-the
source of health,-the basis of society. If
each individual was competent to the supply
of his own exigencies, there would be no
occasion for him to congregate in society;
but it is his wants, his desires, his whims,
that place him in a state of dependence on
others: these are the causes that each individual,
in order to further his own peculiar interest,
is obliged to be useful to those, who have
the capability of procuring for him the objects
which he himself has not. A nation is nothing
more than the union of a great number of
individuals, connected with each other by
the reciprocity of their wants; by their
mutual desire of pleasure. The most happy
man is he who has the fewest wants, and who
has the most numerous means of satisfying
them. The man who would be truly rich, has
no need to increase his fortune, it suffices
he should diminish his wants.
In the individuals of the human species,
as well as in political society, the progression
of wants, is a thing absolutely necessary;
it is founded upon the essence of man, it
is requisite that the natural wants once
satisfied, should be replaced by those which
he calls Imaginary, or wants of the Fancy:
these become as necessary to his happiness
as the first. Custom, which permits the native
American to go quite naked, obliges the more
civilized inhabitant of Europe to clothe
himself; the poor man contents himself with
very simple attire, which equally serve him
for winter and for summer, for autumn and
for spring; the rich man desires to have
garments suitable to each mutation of these
seasons; he would experience pain if he had
not the convenience of changing his raiment
with every variation of his climate; he would
be wretched if he was obliged to wear the
same habiliments in the heat of summer, which
he uses in the winter; in short, he would
be unhappy if the expence and variety of
his costume did not display to the surrounding
multitude his opulence, mark his rank, announce
his superiority. It is thus habit multiplies,
the wants of the wealthy; it is thus that
vanity itself becomes a want which sets a
thousand hands in, motion, a thousand heads
to work, who are all eager to gratify its
cravings; in short, this very vanity procures
for the necessitous man, the means of subsisting
at the expense of his opulent neighbours
He who is accustomed to pomp, who is used
to ostentatious splendour, whose habits are
luxurious, whenever he is deprived of these
insignia of opulence, to which he has attached
the idea of happiness, finds himself just
as unhappy as the needy wretch who has not
wherewith to cover his nakedness. The civilized
nations of the present day were in their
origin savages composed of erratic tribes,-mere
wanderers who were occupied with war; employed
in, the chace; painfully obliged to seek
precarious subsistence by hunting in those
woods which the industry of their successors
has cleared; which their labour has covered
with yellow waving ears of nutritious corn;
in time they have become stationary: they
first applied themselves to Agriculture,
afterwards to commerce: by degrees they have
refined on their primitive wants, extended
their sphere of action, given birth to a
thousand new wants, imagined a thousand new
means to satisfy them; this is the natural
course, the necessary progression, the regular
march of active beings, who cannot live without
feeling; who to be happy, must of necessity
diversify their sensations. In proportion
as man's wants multiply the means to satisfy
them becomes more difficult, he is obliged
to depend on a greater number of his fellow
creatures; his interest obliges him to rouse
their activity; to engage them to concur
with his views; consequently he is obliged
to procure for them those objects by which
they can be excited; he is under the necessity
of contenting their desires, which increase
like his own, by the very food that satisfies
them. The savage needs only put forth his
hand to gather the fruit that offers itself
spontaneously to his reach: this he finds
sufficient for his nourishment. The opulent
citizen of a flourishing society is obliged
to set innumerable hands to work to produce
the sumptuous repast; the four quarters of
the globe are ransacked to procure the far-fetched
viands become necessary to revive his languid
appetite; the merchant, the sailor, the mechanic,
leave nothing unattempted to flatter his
inordinate vanity. From this it will appear,
that in the same proportion the wants of
man are multiplied, he is obliged to augment
the means to satisfy them. Riches are nothing
more than the measure of a convention, by
the assistance of which man is enabled to
make a great number of his fellows concur
in the gratification of his desires; by which
he is capacitated to invite them, for their
own peculiar interests, to contribute to
his pleasures. What, in fact, does the rich
man do, except announce to the needy, that
he can furnish him with the means of subsistence
if he consents to lend himself to his will?
What does the man in power, except shew to
others, that he is in a state to supply the
requisites to render them happy? Sovereigns,
nobles, men of wealth, appear to be happy,
only because they possess the ability, are
masters of the motives sufficient to determine
a great number of individuals to occupy themselves
with their respective felicity.
The more things are considered the more man
will be convinced that his false opinion
are the true source of his misery; the clearer
it will appear to him that happiness is so
rare, only because he attaches it to objects
either indifferent or useless to his welfare;
which, when enjoyed, convert themselves into
real evils; which afflict him; which become
the cause of his misfortune.
Riches are indifferent in themselves, it
is only by their application, by the purposes
they compass, that they either become objects
of utility to man, or are rendered prejudicial
to his welfare.
Money, useless to the savage who understands
not its value, is amassed by the miser, for
fear it should be employed uselessly; lest
it should be squandered by the prodigal;
or dissipated by the voluptuary; who make
no other use of it than to purchase infirmities;
to buy regret.
Pleasures are nothing for the man who is
incapable of feeling them; they become real
evils when they are too freely indulged,
when they are destructive to his health,-when
they derange the economy of his machine,-when
they entail diseases on himself and on his
posterity,- when they make him neglect his
duties,-when they render him despicable in
the eyes of others.
Power is nothing in itself, it is useless
to man if he does not avail himself of it
to promote his own peculiar felicity, by
augmenting the happiness of his species;
it becomes fatal to him as soon as he abuses
it; it becomes odious whenever he employs
it to render others miserable; it is always
the cause of his own misery whenever he stretches
it beyond the due bounds prescribed by nature.
For want of being enlightened on his true
interest, the man who enjoys all the means
of rendering himself completely happy, scarcely
ever discovers the secret of making those
means truly subservient to his own peculiar
felicity: the art of enjoying, is that which
of all others is least understood; man should
learn this art before he begins to desire;
the earth is covered with individuals who
only occupy themselves with the care of procuring
the means without ever being acquainted with
the end. All the world desire fortune, solicit
power, seek after pleasure, yet very few,
indeed, are those whom objects render truly
happy.
It is quite natural in man, it is extremely
reasonable, it is absolutely necessary, to
desire those things which can contribute
to augment the sum of his felicity. Pleasure,
riches, power, are objects worthy his ambition,
deserving his most strenuous efforts, when
he has learned how to employ them; when he
has acquired the faculty of making them render
his existence really more agreeable. It is
impossible to censure him who desires them,
to despise him who commands them, but when
to obtain them he employs odious means; or
when after he has obtained them he makes
a pernicious use of them, injurious to himself,
prejudicial to others; let him wish for power,
let him seek after grandeur, let him be ambitious
of reputation, when he can shew just pretensions
to them; when he can obtain them, without
making the purchase at the expence of his
own repose, or that of the beings with whom
he lives: let him desire riches, when he
knows how to make a use of them that is truly
advantageous for himself, really beneficial
for others; but never let him employ those
means to procure them of which he may be
ashamed; with which he may be obliged to
reproach himself; which may draw upon him
the hatred of his associates; or which may
render him obnoxious to the castigation of
society: let him always recollect, that his
solid happiness should rest its foundations
upon its own esteem,-upon the advantages
he procures for others; above all, never
let him for a moment forget, that of all
the objects to which his ambition may point,
the most impracticable for a being who lives
in society, is that of attempting to render
himself exclusively happy.
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