Nothing is miserable but what is thought so, and contrariwise, every estate is happy if he that bears it be content.
BOETHIUSAnd 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.
More Boethius Quotes
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One’s virtue is all that one truly has, because it is not imperiled by the vicissitudes of fortune.
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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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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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A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.
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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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He who is virtuous is wise; and he who is wise is good; and he who is good is happy.
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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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For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
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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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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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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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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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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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