As for me, all I know is I know nothing.

The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world, is to be in reality what we would appear to be, all human virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the practice and experience of them.

The envious person grows lean with the fatness of their neighbor.

I have good hope that there is something remaining for the dead.

The hardest task needs the lightest hand or else its completion will not lead to freedom but to a tyranny much worse than the one it replaces.

Beloved Pan and all ye other gods who haunt this place, give me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and the inward man be one.

Are not all things which have opposites generated out of their opposites?