Any city, however small, is in fact divided into two, one the city of the poor, the other of the rich; these are at war with one another.

Madness is a divine release of the soul from the yoke of custom and convention.

He, O men, is the wisest, who, like Socrates, knows that his wisdom is in truth worth nothing.

Time on its back bears all things far away - Full many a challenge is wrought by many a day - Shape, fortune, name, and nature all decay

For our discussion is on no trifling matter, but on the right way to conduct our lives.

A tyrant... is always stirring up some war or other, in order that the people may require a leader.

The race of the guardians must be kept pure.