The science of numbers ought to be preferred as an acquisition before all others, because of its necessity and because of the great secrets and other mysteries which there are in the properties of numbers. All sciences partake of it, and it has need of none.
BOETHIUSFor in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
More Boethius Quotes
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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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Music is so naturally united with us that we cannot be free from it – even if we so desired.
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In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man’s affliction is to remember that he once was happy.
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For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
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Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.
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Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.
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The good is the end toward which all things tend.
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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.
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Good men seek it by the natural means of the virtues; evil men, however, try to achieve the same goal by a variety of concupiscences, and that is surely an unnatural way of seeking the good. Don’t you agree?
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Love binds people too, in matrimony’s sacred bonds where chaste lovers are met, and friends cement their trust and friendship. How happy is mankind, if the love that orders the stars above rules, too, in your hearts.
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Inconsistency is my very essence; it is the game I never cease to play as I turn my wheel in its ever changing circle, filled with joy as I bring the top to the bottom and the bottom to the top.
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He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate … can look fortune in the face.
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He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate, and set proud death beneath his feet, can look fortune in the face, unbending both to good and bad; his countenance unconquered.
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