Nothing Is Miserable Unless You Think It

In Omni Adversitate Fortunæ, Infelicissimum Genus Est Infortunii Fuisse Felicem In Every Adversity Of Fortune, To Have Been Happy Is The Most Unhappy Kind Of Misfortune.

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

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.

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.

He Who Has Calmly Reconciled His Life To Fate, And Set Proud Death Beneath His Feet, Can Look Fortune In The Face, Unbending Both To Good And Bad; His Countenance Unconquered.