Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.
BOETHIUSOne’s virtue is all that one truly has, because it is not imperiled by the vicissitudes of fortune.
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All fortune is good fortune; for it either rewards, disciplines, amends, or punishes, and so is either useful or just.
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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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Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.
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Give me Thy light, and fix my eyes on Thee!
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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so; and on the other hand, nothing brings happiness unless you are content with it.
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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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He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate … can look fortune in the face.
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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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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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A person is an individual substance of a rational nature.
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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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If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?
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The completely simultaneous and perfect possession of unlimited life at a single moment.
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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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