The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.
We ought to live sacrificing, and singing, and dancing.
If one has made a mistake, and fails to correct it, one has made a greater mistake.
Until philosophers hold power, neither states nor individuals will have rest from trouble.
The most virtuous are those who content themselves with being virtuous without seeking to appear so.
Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves or their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others.