As a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth, hard surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so the stream of beauty passes back into its possessor through his eyes, which is its natural route to the soul; arriving there and setting him all aflutter, it waters the passages of the feathers and causes the wings to grow, and fills the soul of the loved one in his turn with love.
PlatoNo one knows whether death is really the greatest blessing a man can have, but they fear it is the greatest curse, as if they knew well.
PlatoThe elements of instruction should be presented to the mind in childhood, but not with any compulsion.
Plato