As it is, the lover of inquiry must follow his beloved wherever it may lead him.
We ought to live sacrificing, and singing, and dancing.
And first he will see the shadows best, next the reflections of men and other objects in the water, and then the objects themselves, then he will gaze upon the light of the moon and the stars and the spangled heaven...Last of all he will be able to see the sun.
Those whose hearts are fixed on Reality itself deserve the title of Philosophers.
The soul is like a pair of winged horses and a charioteer joined in natural union.
I fear this is not the right exchange to attain virtue, to exchange pleasures for pleasures, pains for pains and fears for fears, the greater for the less like coins, but that the only valid currency for which all these things should be exchanged is wisdom.