Cicero: “Even when I was with you, you did not see my soul, but knew that it was in this body of mine from what I did.”

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

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.

For nature puts a limit to living as to everything else.

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…