Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.

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

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

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

For in every ill-turn of fortune the most unhappy sort of unfortunate man is the one who has been happy

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?

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.