"[I]n a word, neither death nor exile nor pain nor anything of the kind is the cause of our doing anything or not doing; but our own opinions and our wills."
"We see death coming into our midst like black smoke, a plague which cuts off the young, a rootless phantom which has no mercy or fair countenance... that comes with unseemly haste. It is a grievous ornament that breaks out in a rash. The early ornaments of black death."
