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.
SocratesI was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether.
SocratesNo one can teach, if by teaching we mean the transmission of knowledge, in any mechanical fashion, from one person to another. The most that can be done is that one person who is more knowledgeable than another can, by asking a series of questions, stimulate the other to think, and so cause him to learn for himself.
Socrates