Nothing is miserable but what is thought so, and contrariwise, every estate is happy if he that bears it be content.
BOETHIUSHe who has calmly reconciled his life to fate … can look fortune in the face.
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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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You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well. Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart. Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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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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The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.
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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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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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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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For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
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Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.
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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, 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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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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Contemplate the extent and stability of the heavens, and then at last cease to admire worthless things.
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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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