Marcus Tullius Cicero Quotes on Body (14 Quotes)

In a disordered mind, as in a disordered body, soundness of health is impossible.

Just as the soul fills the body, so God fills the world. Just as the soul bears the body, so God endures the world. Just as the soul sees but is not seen, so God sees but is not seen. Just as the soul feeds the body, so God gives food to the world.

As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.

The eyes like sentinel occupy the highest place in the body.

A nation can survive its fools, even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within....for the traitor appears not to be a traitor...he rots the soul of a nation...he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist.

As I give thought to the matter, I find four causes for the apparent misery of old age first it withdraws us from active accomplishments second, it renders the body less powerful third, it deprives us of almost all forms of enjoyment fourth, it

In so far as the mind is stronger than the body, so are the ills contracted by the mind more severe than those contracted by the body.

A sensual and intemperate youth translates into an old worn-out body.

... for until that God who rules all the region of the sky ... has freed you from the fetters of your body, you cannot gain admission here. Men were created with the understanding that they were to look after that sphere called Earth, which you see in the middle of the temple. Minds have been given to them out of the eternal fires you call fixed stars and planets, those spherical solids which, quickened with divine minds, journey through their circuits and orbits with amazing speed....

A home without books is a body without soul.

Cultivation to the mind is as necessary as food to the body.

A youth of sensuality and intemperance delivers over to old age a worn-out body.

A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.

Give me a young man in whom there is something of the old, and an old man with something of the young guided so, a man may grow old in body, but never in mind.