Virtue is that perfect good, which is the complement of a happy life; the only immortal thing that belongs to mortality.
Seneca the YoungerIf ever you come upon a grove of ancient trees which have grown to an exceptional height, shutting out a view of sky by a veil of pleached and intertwining branches, then the loftiness of the forest, the seclusion of the spot and your marvel at the thick unbroken shade in the midst of the open spaces, will prove to you the presence of deity.
Seneca the Younger