Athens is like a sluggish horse, and I am the gadfly trying to sting it into life.

A philosopher knows that in reality he knows very little. That is why he constantly strives to achieve true insight. Socrates was one of these rare people. He knew that he knew nothing about life and about the world. And now comes the important part: it troubled him that he knew so little.

It is different for us mortals. We are the ones who become old and grey. We are the ones who become worn at the seams and disappear. But not our dreams. They can live on in other people even after we have gone.

Wisest is she who knows she does not know.

What Plato was really asking was perhaps why a horse was a horse, and not, for example, a cross between a horse and a pig.

Where did the world come from? The question has an answer, even though I cannot get to it. It is a good question. It is like a crime that has not been solved. There is an answer, even if police do not know it.

It takes billions of years to create a human being. And it takes only a few seconds to die.