Plain
Seneca — The Senator

I will never weep for someone who dies bravely, nor for someone who dies crying. The brave person stops my tears. The crying person makes himself unworthy of any tears. Should I weep for Hercules because he burned alive? Should I weep for Regulus because he was pierced by so many nails? Should I weep for Cato because he tore open his wounds a second time? All these men learned how to trade a little bit of time for immortality. Through their deaths, they gained eternal life.

On Peace of Mind, Section 16 90 of 100
Death & Mortality Doing The Right Thing
Seneca — The Senator Original

I will never weep for a man who dies cheerfully, nor for one who dies weeping: the former wipes away my tears, the latter by his tears makes himself unworthy that any should be shed for him. Shall I weep for Hercules because he was burned alive, or for Regulus because he was pierced by so many nails, or for Cato because he tore open his wounds a second time? All these men discovered how at the cost of a small portion of time they might obtain immortality, and by their deaths gained eternal life.

On Peace of Mind, Section 16 90 of 100
Seneca — The Senator

Let us praise those who deserve constant praise. Say to them: "The braver you are, the happier you are! You have escaped all accidents, jealousy, and diseases. You have escaped from prison. The gods didn't think you deserved bad fortune. They decided that fortune no longer deserved any power over you." But when someone shrinks back at the moment of death and looks longingly at life, we must take action to help them.

On Peace of Mind, Section 16 89 of 100
Death & Mortality Facing Hardship
Seneca — The Senator Original

Let us praise one who deserves such constant praises, and say, "The braver you are the happier you are! You have escaped from all accidents, jealousies, diseases: you have escaped from prison: the gods have not thought you worthy of ill-fortune, but have thought that fortune no longer deserved to have any power over you": but when any one shrinks back in the hour of death and looks longingly at life, we must lay hands upon him.

On Peace of Mind, Section 16 89 of 100
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