Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
LucretiusFor it is unknown what is the real nature of the soul, whether it be born with the bodily frame or be infused at the moment of birth, whether it perishes along with us, when death separates the soul and body, or whether it visits the shades of Pluto and bottomless pits, or enters by divine appointment into other animals.
Lucretius