When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?
Seneca the YoungerThe mind should be allowed some relaxation, that it may return to its work all the better for the rest.
Seneca the YoungerLet us ask what is best - not what is customary. Let us love temperance - let us be just - let us refrain from bloodshed.
Seneca the Younger