It's my belief that history is a wheel. 'Inconstancy is my very essence,'? says the wheel. Rise up on my spokes if you like but don't complain when you're cast back down into the depths. Good times pass away, but then so do the bad. Mutability is our tragedy, but it's also our hope. The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away.

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

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.

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

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?

Music is so naturally united with us that we cannot be free from it - even if we so desired.

In other living creatures the ignorance of themselves is nature, but in men it is a vice.