Cicero: “For the more peculiarly his own a man's character is, the better it fits him.”

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

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

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.

I don't wish to depreciate life, as many men and good philosophers have often done; nor do I regret having lived, for I have done so in a way that lets me think that I was not born in vain.