There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric... But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art - he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.

Courage is a kind of salvation.

Knowledge of the soul is the only universal truth and the only wisdom - all other knowledge is transient.

The soul of man is immortal and imperishable.

When man is not properly trained, he is the most savage animal on the face of the globe.

But of the heaven which is above the heavens, what earthly poet ever did or ever will sing worthily?

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.