For the rhapsode ought to interpret the mind of the poet to his hearers, but how can he interpret him well unless he knows what he means?

Lessons, however, that enter the soul against its will never grow roots and will never be preserved inside it.

Books are immortal sons deifying their sires.

It is right to give every man his due.

To suffer the penalty of too much haste, which is too little speed.

Of all the things of a man's soul which he has within him, justice is the greatest good and injustice the greatest evil.

Do not use compulsion, but let early education be rather a sort of amusement.