As far as possible, join faith to reason.
BOETHIUSNothing is miserable but what is thought so, and contrariwise, every estate is happy if he that bears it be content.
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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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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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The completely simultaneous and perfect possession of unlimited life at a single moment.
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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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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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For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.
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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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In other living creatures the ignorance of themselves is nature, but in men it is a vice.
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A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.
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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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The good is the end toward which all things tend.
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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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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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