Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.
BOETHIUSFor in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
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In other living creatures the ignorance of themselves is nature, but in men it is a vice.
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A person is an individual substance of a rational nature.
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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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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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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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Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?
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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
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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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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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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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Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.
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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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