Cicero: “You can never trust a character which is intricate and tortuous.”

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

But if I am wrong in thinking the human soul immortal, I am glad to be wrong; nor will I allow the mistake which gives me so much pleasure to be wrested from me as long as I live.

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

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?