Cicero: “And with the exception of wisdom, I am inclined to think nothing better than this has been given to man by the immortal…”

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.

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…

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

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