Boethius

For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.

Nothing is miserable unless you think it is so.

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

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?