Date: c. 43 AD
"This poor body, the prison and fetter of the soul, is tossed hither and thither upon it punishments, upon it robberies, upon it diseases work their will. But the soul itself is sacred and eternal, and upon it no hand can be laid."
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— Seneca, Lucius Annaeus (c. 4 B.C. - A.D. 65)