God ever geometrizes.
Socrates said that, from above, the Earth looks like one of those twelve-patched leathern balls.
Necessity is literally the mother of invention.
The tyranny imposed on the soul by anger, or fear, or lust, or pain, or envy, or desire, I generally call 'injustice.'
Wisest is he who knows what he does not know.
Is there anything worse for a state than to be split and disunited? or anything better than cohesion and unity?