Our love for our children springs from the soul's greatest yearning for immortality.
Those whose hearts are fixed on Reality itself deserve the title of Philosophers.
So their combinations with themselves and with each other give rise to endless complexities, which anyone who is to give a likely account of reality must survey.
You can remember, a single deluge only, but there were many previous ones.
The poets are nothing but interpreters of the gods, each one possessed by the divinity to whom he is in bondage.
And tell him it's quite true that the best of the philosophers are of no use to their fellows; but that he should blame, not the philosophers, but those who fail to make use of them.