A man is not learned until he can read, write and swim.

Philosophy begins in wonder.

To the rulers of the state then, if to any, it belongs of right to use falsehood, to deceive either enemies or their own citizens, for the good of the state: and no one else may meddle with this privilege.

And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.

Welcome out of the cave, my friend. It's a bit colder out here, but the stars are just beautiful.

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.

The passionate are like men standing on their heads, they see all things the wrong way.