There are beds and tables in the world - plenty of them, are there not? But there are only two ideas or forms of them - one the idea of a bed, the other of a table.
Through your rags I see your vanity.
How can you call a man free when his pleasures rule over him.
I know nothing but the certainty of my own ignorance.
It is not living that matters, but living rightly.
As for me, all I know is I know nothing.