Socrates

One who is injured ought not to return the injury, for on no account can it be right to do an injustice; and it is not right to return an injury, or to do evil to any man, however much we have suffered from him.

What a lot of things there are a man can do without.

He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.

Wonder is the beginning of wisdom.

The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.

The poets are only the interpreters of the Gods.

If a madman were to come into this room with a stick in his hand, no doubt we should pity the state of his mind; but our primary consideration would be to take care of ourselves. We should knock him down first, and pity him afterwards.

If pleasure was not followed by pain, who would forbear it?

Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

Be passionate about something and lean to that strength.

As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.

Let the people think they govern and they will be governed.

They are not only idle who do nothing, but they are idle also who might be better employed.

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Let them be your only diet, drink, and botanical medicines.

That observation which is called knowledge of the world will be found much more frequently to make men cunning than good.

Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

Nature… She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.

I was the same old me. Just like the Moon yesterday. But because of all the other factors that came to play, the darkness, the brightness, the blood red color. They all were a reflection, a projection due to the perfect set of circumstances. The Moon was still the Moon. But it was still labeled the Super Blue Blood Moon, Just so we can have some understanding, but, again I’ll state, the Moon was still just the Moon, just like I was still just me. Whatever you project on me, and I reflect back, doesn’t then make me become a new person, it’s just a reflection of your projection. I am still just me.

I only wish that ordinary people had an unlimited capacity for doing harm; then they might have an unlimited power for doing good.

Loyalty is still the same, whether it win or lose the game; true as a dial to the sun, although it be not shined upon.