Cicero: “What pleasures are there in feasts, games, or mistresses comparable to pleasures such as these?”

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.

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?

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

For nature has given us a place of entertainment, not of residence.