Cicero: “For the advantages of genius and virtue, and in short, of every kind of superiority, are never realized to their fullest…”

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.

Now, old age is as it were the playing out of the drama, the full fatigue of which we should shun, especially when we also feel that we have had more than enough of it.

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.

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