For a poet is an airy thing, winged and holy, and he is not able to make poetry until he becomes inspired and goes out of his mind and his intellect is no longer in him.

We do not learn, and that what we call learning is only a process of recollection.

No man should be angry with what is true.

Nothing ever is, everything is becoming.

If a man says that it is right to give every one his due, and therefore thinks within his own mind that injury is due from a just man to his enemies but kindness to his friends, he was not wise who said so, for he spoke not the truth, for in no case has it appeared to be just to injure any one.

Wonder is the beginning of the desire to know the beautiful and the good.

In good speaking, should not the mind of the speaker know the truth of the matter about which he is to speak.