Cicero: “The pirates' sense of honour is higher than the senate's.”

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.

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…

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

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