Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Boethius

Quote by Boethius

“But by the same logic as men become just through the possession of justice, or wise through the possession of wisdom, so those who possess divinity necessary become divine. Each happy individual is therefore divine. While only God is so by nature, as many as you like may become so by participation.”

Quote by Boethius

Work

The Consolation of Philosophy

Written in the second century AD, this work is a series of letters between Marcus Aurelius and his idealized mentor, the ancient Greek philosopher Plato. It delves into the nature of virtue, the purpose of life, and the role of reason in the face of adversity, reflecting the Stoic philosophy that Marcus Aurelius practiced as a Roman Emperor. more

Author

Boethius
Boethius

Boethius, born in 480 AD and died in 524 AD, was a prominent philosopher, logician, mathematician, and rhetorician of the Byzantine Empire. His work, 'The Consolation of Philosophy,' had a profound impact on later generations, particularly during the Middle Ages. more

You May Also Like

“Sabbaths, 1982—IV (“A gardener rises out of the ground”) Thrush song, stream song, holy love That flows through earthly forms and folds, The song of Heaven’s Sabbath fleshed In throat and ear, in stream and stone, A grace living here as we live, Move my mind now to that which holds Things as they change. The warmth has come. The doors have opened. Flower and song Embroider ground and air, lead me Beside the healing field that waits; Growth, death, and a restoring form Of human use will make it well. But I go on, beyond, higher In the hill’s fold, forget the time I come from and go to, recall This grove left out of all account, A place enclosed in song. Design Now falls from thought. I go amazed Into the maze of a design That mind can follow but not know, Apparent, plain, and yet unknown, The outline lost in earth and sky. What form wakens and rumples this? Be still. A man who seems to be A gardener rises out of the ground, Stands like a tree, shakes off the dark, The bluebells opening at his feet, The light a figured cloth of song.”