Boethius Quotes

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Music is a part of us, and either ennobles or degrades our behavior.

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No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.

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Who fain would sow the fallow field, And see the growing corn, Must first remove the useless weeds, The bramble and the thorn.

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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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Wretched men cringe before tyrants who have no power, the victims of their trivial hopes and fears. They do not realise that anger is hopeless, fear is pointless and desire all a delusion. He whose heart is fickle is not his own master, has thrown away his shield, deserted his post, and he forges the links of the chain that holds him.

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I see how happiness and misery lie inseparably in the deserts of good and bad men.

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Wherefore not without cause has one of your own followers asked, "If God is, whence come evil things? If He is not, whence come good?"

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Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.

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I scarcely know the meaning of your question; much less can I answer it.

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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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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 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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Think then thus upon it, and see that it is but a slight thing of no weight. As you have learnt from astronomers' shewing, the whole circumference of the earth is but as a point compared with the size of the heavens. That is, if you compare the earth with the circle of the universe, it must be reckoned as of no size at all.

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Chance, too which seems to rush along with slack reins, is bridled and governed by law

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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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So it follows that those who have reason have freedom to will or not to will, although this freedom is not equal in all of them. [...] human souls are more free when they persevere in the contemplation of the mind of God, less free when they descend to the corporeal, and even less free when they are entirely imprisoned in earthly flesh and blood.

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Then said she, "Think you that this universe is guided only at random and by mere chance? or think you there is any rule of reason constituted in it? "

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The strength which potent Nature brings To reins which guide the world along...

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But if you think that life can be prolonged by the breath of mortal fame, yet when the slow time robs you of this too, then there awaits you but a second death.

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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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Balance out the good things and the bad that have happened in your life and you will have to acknowledge that you are still way ahead. You are unhappy because you have lost those things in which you took pleasure? But you can also take comfort in the likelihood that what is now making you miserable will also pass away.

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Thus, where'er the drift of hazard Seems most unrestrained to flow, Chance herself is reined and bitted, And the curb of law doth know.

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I who once wrote songs with keen delight am now by sorrow driven to take up melancholy measures. Wounded Muses tell me what I must write, and elegiac verses bathe my face with real tears. Not even terror could drive from me these faithful companions of my long journey. Poetry, which was once the glory of my happy and flourishing youth, is still my comfort in this misery of my old age.

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Nothing is miserable but what is thought so, and contrariwise, every estate is happy if he that bears it be content.

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What place can be left for random action, when God constraineth all things to order?

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