“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.”

Music is so naturally united with us that we cannot be free from it – even if we so desired.

The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.

Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.

The completely simultaneous and perfect possession of unlimited life at a single moment.

The good is the end toward which all things tend.

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.

In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man’s affliction is to remember that he once was happy.

Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.

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.

For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy

Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.

Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.

A person is an individual substance of a rational nature.

For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

People who assume I want to run for elected office may be dealing from a bad assumption.

Simple version for me is, umm, started bad and finished bad basically.

If I were to say, ‘God, why me?’ about the bad things, then I should have said, ‘God, why me?’ about the good things that happened in my life.

I read that heavy drinking is bad for your health. I decided I better stop reading.

If I were to say, ‘God, why me?’ about the bad things, then I should have said, ‘God, why me?’ about the good things that happened in my life.

I snap at people I love all the time, and that makes me feel bad about myself. I want to be Zen. I am so not Zen. Whatever Zen is, I’m the opposite of it.

And, when it comes to counting our blessings; we humans are all bad at math.

It was bad enough to have toppled from the Olympic heights to make my living competing with animals. But the competition wasn’t even fair. No man could beat a race horse, not even for 100 yards.