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.
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.
BoethiusAll fortune is good fortune; for it either rewards, disciplines, amends, or punishes, and so is either useful or just.
Boethius