He who has calmly reconciled his life to fate ... can look fortune in the face.

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

Nunc fluens facit tempus,nunc stans facit aeternitatum.(The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.)

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.

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

Inconsistency is my very essence; it is the game I never cease to play as I turn my wheel in its ever changing circle, filled with joy as I bring the top to the bottom and the bottom to the top

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