Wisest is he who knows what he does not know.

Of all the things which a man has, next to the gods his soul is the most divine and most truly his own.

He who without the Muse's madness in his soul comes knocking at the door of poesy and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet, finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.

The natural function of the wing is to soar upwards and carry that which is heavy up to the place where dwells the race of gods. More than any other thing that pertains to the body it partakes of the nature of the divine.

Love is of something, and that which love desires is not that which love is or has; for no man desires that which he is or has. And love is of the beautiful, and therefore has not the beautiful. And the beautiful is the good, and therefore, in wanting and desiring the beautiful, love also wants and desires the good.

Wonder is the feeling of the philosopher, and philosophy begins in wonder.

What a handsome face he had: but if he were naked you would forget he had a face, he is so beautiful in every way.