Cicero: “Yet when the stress of circumstances demands it, we must gird on the sword and prefer death to slavery and disgrace.”

For nature has given us a place of entertainment, not of residence.

But my soul, I know not how, refusing to be kept down, ever fixed its eyes upon future ages, as though from a conviction that it would begin to live only when it had left the body.

For nature puts a limit to living as to everything else.

Don't you think that the soul which has the clearer and longer sight sees that it is starting for better things, while the soul whose vision is dimmer does not see it?