Whatever the universal nature assigns to any man at any time is for the good of that man at that time.

Why do you hunger for length of days? The point of life is to follow reason and the divine spirit and to accept whatever nature sends you. To live in this way is not to fear death, but to hold it in contempt. Death is only a thing of terror for those unable to live in the present. Pass on your way, then, with a smiling face, under the smile of him who bids you go

You are a little soul bearing about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.

In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapors.

Life is a warfare and a stranger's sojourn, and after fame is oblivion.

I consist of a little body and a soul.

A lucky chance is constant in nothing but inconstancy.