Tyranny naturally arises out of democracy.

There is yet something remaining for the dead, and some far better thing for the good than for the evil.

Even in reaching for the beautiful there is beauty, and also in suffering whatever it is that one suffers en route.

The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.

You may be sure, dear Crito, that inaccurate language is not only in itself a mistake: it implants evil in men's souls.

The human race will have no respite from evils until those who are really philosophers acquire political power or until, through some divine dispensation, those who rule and have political authority in the cities become real philosophers.

Love consists in feeling the Sacred One beating inside the loved one.