In particular I may mention Sophocles the poet, who was once asked in my presence, How do you feel about love, Sophocles? are you still capable of it? to which he replied, Hush! if you please: to my great delight I have escaped from it, and feel as if I had escaped from a frantic and savage master. I thought then, as I do now, that he spoke wisely. For unquestionably old age brings us profound repose and freedom from this and other passions.

Perhaps there is a pattern set up in the heavens for one who desires to see it, and having seen it, to find one in himself.

All knowledge is but remembrance.

No law or ordinance is mightier than understanding.

Any city, however small, is in fact divided into two, one the city of the poor, the other of the rich; these are at war with one another.

Is what is moral commanded by God because it is moral, or is it moral because it is commanded by God?

And the first step, as you know, is always what matters most, particularly when we are dealing with those who are young and tender. That is the time when they are taking shape and when any impression we choose to make leaves a permanent mark.