Love has three kinds of origin, namely: suffering, friendship and love. A human love has a corporal and intellectual origin.
BOETHIUSNothing 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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He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate … can look fortune in the face.
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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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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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Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?
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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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One’s virtue is all that one truly has, because it is not imperiled by the vicissitudes of fortune.
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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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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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The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.
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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
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Man is so constituted that he then only excels other things when he knows himself.
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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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If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?
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A person is an individual substance of a rational nature.
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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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