I soon realized that poets do not compose their poems with knowledge, but by some inborn talent and by inspiration, like seers and prophets who also say many fine things without any understanding of what they say.

Flattery is like friendship in show, but not in fruit.

It seems that God took away the minds of poets that they might better express His.

All I know is that I do not know anything

Beauty comes first. Victory is secondary. What matters is joy.

When the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser.

The misuse of language induces evil in the soul.