Contemplate the extent and stability of the heavens, and then at last cease to admire worthless things.
BOETHIUSHe 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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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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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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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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Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?
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He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate … can look fortune in the face.
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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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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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The good is the end toward which all things tend.
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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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Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.
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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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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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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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A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.
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