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.
BOETHIUSI scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.
More Boethius Quotes
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The good is the end toward which all things tend.
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A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.
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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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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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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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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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The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.
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He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate … can look fortune in the face.
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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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All fortune is good fortune; for it either rewards, disciplines, amends, or punishes, and so is either useful or just.
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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 is virtuous is wise; and he who is wise is good; and he who is good is happy.
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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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Music is so naturally united with us that we cannot be free from it – even if we so desired.
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