Marcus Tullius Cicero,
Letters to Atticus — 3.7 (LXII)
“ Henceforth death can never heal, it can only end my sorrow. [3] In politics I perceive that you collect all circumstances that you think may inspire me with a hope of a change: and though they are insignificant, yet, since you will have it so, let us have patience. In spite of what you say, you will catch us up if you make haste. For I will either come into Epirus to be near you, or I will travel slowly through Candavia. [4] My hesitation about Epirus is not caused by vacillation on my part, but by the fact that I do not know where I am likely to see my brother. ”
