The prisoner grows to love his chains.
Being well satisfied that, for a man who thinks himself to be somebody, there is nothing more disgraceful than to hold himself up as honored, not on his own account, but for the sake of his forefathers. Yet hereditary honors are a noble and splendid treasure to descendants.
The true runner comes to the finish and receives the prize and is crowned.
A written discourse on any subject is bound to contain much that is fanciful.
One cannot make a slave of a free person, for a free person is free even in a prison.
And isn't it a bad thing to be deceived about the truth, and a good thing to know what the truth is? For I assume that by knowing the truth you mean knowing things as they really are.