Nothing is miserable unless you think it so; and on the other hand, nothing brings happiness unless you are content with it.
BOETHIUSAs far as possible, join faith to reason.
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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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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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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 is virtuous is wise; and he who is wise is good; and he who is good is 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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Contemplate the extent and stability of the heavens, and then at last cease to admire worthless things.
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Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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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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Music is part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.
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Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.
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As far as possible, join faith to reason.
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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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I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.
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The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.
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