No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew it was the greatest of evils.

The beginning is half of the whole.

All I really know is the extent of my own ignorance

All I would ask you to be thinking of is the truth and not Socrates.

There are three arts which are concerned with all things: one which uses, another which makes, and a third which imitates them.

Better to be unborn than untaught, for ignorance is the root of all misfortune.

Truth is its own reward.