A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.
BOETHIUSSo 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.
More Boethius Quotes
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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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If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?
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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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One’s virtue is all that one truly has, because it is not imperiled by the vicissitudes of fortune.
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The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.
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I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.
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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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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.
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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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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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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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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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