The completely simultaneous and perfect possession of unlimited life at a single moment.
BOETHIUSThe completely simultaneous and perfect possession of unlimited life at a single moment.
More Boethius Quotes
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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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For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been 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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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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If there is anything good about nobility it is that it enforces the necessity of avoiding degeneracy.
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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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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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I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.
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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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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune.
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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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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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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, 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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