Cicero: “That liberality, therefore, which consists in personal service and effort is more honourable, has wider application, and…”

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?

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.

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.

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