Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.

For the rhapsode ought to interpret the mind of the poet to his hearers, but how can he interpret him well unless he knows what he means?

The worst form of injustice is pretended justice.

And isn't it a bad thing to be deceived about the truth, and a good thing to know what the truth is? For I assume that by knowing the truth you mean knowing things as they really are.

When you admonish a wrongdoer, do so gently, that it may not lead to hostility.

Now nothing can be more important than that the work of a soldier should be well done.

They (the poets) are to us in a manner the fathers and authors of the wisdom.