After death there is nothing.

For men in a state of freedom had thatch for their shelter, while slavery dwells beneath marble and gold.

It is more fitting for a man to laugh at life than to lament over it.

You want to live-but do you know how to live? You are scared of dying-and, tell me, is the kind of life you lead really any different from being dead?

He is greedy of life who is not willing to die when the world is perishing around him.

Those things which make the infernal regions terrible, the darkness, the prison, the river of flaming fire, the judgment seat, are all a fable, with which the poets amuse themselves, and by them agitate us with vain terrors.

Slavery holds few men fast; the greater number hold fast their slavery.