Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.
BOETHIUSNothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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All fortune is good fortune; for it either rewards, disciplines, amends, or punishes, and so is either useful or just.
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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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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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If there is anything good about nobility it is that it enforces the necessity of avoiding degeneracy.
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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
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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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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so; and on the other hand, nothing brings happiness unless you are content with it.
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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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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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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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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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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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