Soon you'll be ashes or a skeleton, and either a name or not even a name; but name is sound and echo, and the things we value so highly in life are empty and rotten and paltry, and like little dogs biting one another, and little children quarreling, crying, and then laughing. But loyalty and modesty and justice and truth are fled 'up to Olympus from the wide-pathed earth.' What then is there to hold you back?
— Marcus Aurelius
Ancient
Stoic philosophy, Roman Emperor
