You need some knowledge to recognize knowledge, so where does the first knowledge come from?

The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.

Socrates said that, from above, the Earth looks like one of those twelve-patched leathern balls.

It is right to give every man his due.

For the poet is a light winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses and the mind is no longer with him. When he has not attained this state he is powerless and unable to utter his oracles.

Those having torches will pass them on to others.

This world is indeed a living being endowed with a soul and intelligence ... a single visible living entity containing all other living entities, which by their nature are all related.