Cicero: “For fear is but a poor safeguard of lasting power; while affection, on the other hand, may be trusted to keep it safe…”

But had it not been the case that souls were immortal, it would not have been the souls of all the best men that made the greatest efforts after an immortality of fame.

Again, is there not the fact that the wisest man ever dies with the greatest cheerfulness, the most unwise with the least?

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.