In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man’s affliction is to remember that he once was happy.
BOETHIUSIn other living creatures the ignorance of themselves is nature, but in men it is a vice.
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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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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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If there is anything good about nobility it is that it enforces the necessity of avoiding degeneracy.
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Give me Thy light, and fix my eyes on Thee!
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Music is part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.
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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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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.
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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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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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I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.
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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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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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