For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
BOETHIUSInconsistency 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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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.
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And no renown can render you well-known: For if you think that fame can lengthen life By mortal famousness immortalized, The day will come that takes your fame as well, And there a second death for you awaits.
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So nothing is ever good or bad unless you think it so, and vice versa. All luck is good luck to the man who bears it with equanimity.
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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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The good is the end toward which all things tend.
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Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.
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For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy
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Nothing is miserable but what is thought so, and contrariwise, every estate is happy if he that bears it be content.
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Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?
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Give me Thy light, and fix my eyes on Thee!
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If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?
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Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.
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I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.
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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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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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