Marcus Aurelius: “There is only one fruit of this terrene life--a pious disposition and social acts.”

But everything else, whether it is in the power of thy will or not, is only lifeless ashes and smoke.

But intellect in a peculiar manner tends to that which is of the same kin, and combines with it, and the feeling for communion is not interrupted.

There is one intelligent soul, though it seems to be divided.

What remains, except to enjoy life by joining one good thing to another so as not to leave even the smallest intervals between?