Lettres à Lucilius Section 4

Aestimari non potest, quantam voluptatem capiam ex eo, quod lassitudo mea sibi ipsa adsuescit; non unctores, non balineum, non ullum aliud remedium quam temporis quaero. Nam quod labor contraxit, quies tollit. Haec qualiscumque cena aditiali iucundior erit.

Tu ne saurais imaginer quel bien-être j’éprouve à sentir ma lassitude se reposer sur elle-même. Je ne demande ni frictions, ni bain, pas d’autre remède que le temps. Ce qui est venu par la fatigue s’en va par le repos. Ce souper, tel quel, je le savourerai mieux qu’un banquet de pontifes.

You cannot imagine how much pleasure I derive from the fact that my weariness is becoming reconciled to itself; I am asking for no slaves to rub me down, no bath, and no other restorative except time. For that which toil has accumulated, rest can lighten. This repast, whatever it may be, will give me more pleasure than an inaugural banquet.