Evil is the vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing which is in itself unstable, and therefore when the bloom of youth which he was desiring is over, he takes wing and flies away, in spite of all his words and promises; whereas the love of the noble disposition is life-long, for it becomes one with the everlasting.
PlatoThe people always have some champion whom they set over them and nurse into greatness. ... This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.
PlatoOf all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable, inasmuch as he has the fountain of reason in him not yet regulated.
PlatoAnd what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.
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