Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul

All the gold which is under or upon the earth is not enough to give in exchange for virtue.

As to the artists, do we not know that he only of them whom love inspires has the light of fame?-he whom love touches not walks in darkness.

There is yet something remaining for the dead, and some far better thing for the good than for the evil.

Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.

The affairs of music ought, somehow, to terminate in the love of the beautiful.

The race of the guardians must be kept pure.