Cicero: “For, unless he had taken the fancy to wish for immortality, the last thing of which he ever thought, what is there for…”

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!

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…