A disorderly mob is no more an army than a heap of building materials is a house

I pray Thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.

You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.

Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a vast difference in the fruit.

In order that the mind should see light instead of darkness, so the entire soul must be turned away from this changing world, until its eye can learn to contemplate reality and that supreme splendor which we have called the good. Hence there may well be an art whose aim would be to effect this very thing.

I only know that I know nothing

Not I, but the city teaches.