So Nothing Is Ever Good Or Bad

A Man Content To Go To Heaven Alone Will Never Go To Heaven.

No Man Can Ever Be Secure Until He Has Been Forsaken By Fortune.

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.

Every Man Must Be Content With That Glory Which He May Have At Home.

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.