The only thing I know is that I know nothing
In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.
I swear it upon Zeus an outstanding runner cannot be the equal of an average wrestler.
The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.
The fewer our wants the more we resemble the Gods.
If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.