Cicero: “True glory strikes deep root and spreads its branches wide; but all pretences soon fall to the ground like fragile…”

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

Oh glorious day when I shall set out to join that heavenly conclave and company of souls, and depart from the turmoil and impurities of this world!

But I quit life as I would an inn, not as I would a home.

Nay, if some god should grant me to renew my childhood from my present age and once more to be crying in my cradle, I would firmly refuse; nor should I in truth be willing, after having, as it were, run the full course, to be recalled from…