There are two kinds of disease of the soul, vice and ignorance.

Lies are the greatest murder. They kill the Truth.

Not by wisdom do they [poets] make what they compose, but by a gift of nature and an inspiration similar to that of the diviners and the oracles.

The partisan when he is engaged in a dispute, cares nothing about the rights of the question, but is anxious only to convince his hearers of his own assertions.

Nobody knows anything, but I, knowing nothing, am the smartest man in the world.

Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

Whatever authority I may have rests solely on knowing how little I know.