I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.
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.
SocratesThe highest realms of thought are impossible to reach without first attaining an understanding of compassion.
Socrates