If we are to have any hope for the future, those who have lanterns must pass them on to others.

For just as poets love their own works, and fathers their own children, in the same way those who have created a fortune value their money, not merely for its uses, like other persons, but because it is their own production. This makes them moreover disagreeable companions, because they will praise nothing but riches.

Let us affirm what seems to be the truth, that, whether one is or is not, one and the others in relation to themselves and one another, all of them, in every way, are and are not, and appear to be and appear not to be.

The good, of course, is always beautiful, and the beautiful never lacks proportion.

Every man is a poet when he is in love.

Equals, the proverb goes, delight in equals.

Cunning... is but the low mimic of wisdom.