Nature which governs the whole will soon change all things which you see, and out of their substance will make other things and again other things... in order that the world may be ever new.

If souls continue to exist, how does the air contain them from eternity?

My city and state are Rome. But as a human being? The world. So for me, "good" can only mean what's good for both communities.

Can we wonder that men perish and are forgotten, when their noblest and most enduring works decay? Death comes even to monumental structures, and oblivion rests on the most illustrious names.

The sinner sins against himself; the wrongdoer wrongs himself, becoming the worse by his own action.

Stop whatever you're doing for a moment and ask yourself: Am I afraid of death because I won't be able to do this anymore?

To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character.