Cicero: “Shall we not imitate the fruitful fields, which return more than they receive?”

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.

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

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?