To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.
By means of beauty all beautiful things become beautiful.
Is it not, then, better to be ridiculous and friendly than clever and hostile?
Give me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and inward may be one.
One thing I know, that I know nothing. This is the source of my wisdom.
The warm love has the coldest end.