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.

I only know one thing, and that is I know nothing

You are wrong, sir, if you think that a man who is any good at all should take into account the risk of life or death; he should look to this only in his actions, whether what he does is right or wrong, whether he is acting like a good or a bad man.

The true Wisdom is in recognizing our own ignorance.

We are what we think we are

Worthless people live only to eat and drink; people of worth eat and drink only to live.

If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.