There is no man so blessed that some who stand by his deathbed won't hail the occasion with delight.

Bear in mind that everything that exists is already fraying at the edges, and in transition, subject to fragmentation and to rot. Or that everything was born to die.

The substance of the universe is obedient and compliant; and the reason that governs it has in itself no cause for doing evil, for it has no malice, nor does it do evil to anything, nor is anything harmed by it. But all things are made and perfected according to this reason.

How many of them who came into the world at the same time when I did, are already gone out of it? LII.

Be like the cliff against which the waves continually break; but it stands firm and tames the fury of the water around it.

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

Then consider the Middle (and later the New) Comedy and what it aimed at—gradually degenerating into mere realism and empty technique.