Quotes from Plato

a philosopher's] own virtues, their courage, temperance, and the rest of them, every one of which praiseworthy qualities . . . destroys and distracts . . . the soul which is the possessor of them . . . He is like a plant which, when properly nurtured, must necessarily grow and mature into all virtue, but, if sown and planted in an alien soil, becomes the most noxious of all weeds.

Hope," he says, "cherishes the soul of him who lives in justice and holiness, and is the nurse of his age and the companion of his journey;—hope which is mightiest to sway the restless soul of man.

I am an apple, and one who loves you tossed me before you. O yield to him, dear Xanthippe! Both you and I decay.

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I'm an apple, tossed here by someone who loves you, Xanthippe. But you should nod assent: after all, you and I will both waste away.

In the age of Plato there was no regular mode of publication, and an author would have the less scruple in altering or adding to a work which was known only to a few of his friends.

because he is just; moreover he is hated by his friends and acquaintance for refusing to serve them in unlawful ways.

No-one is more hated, than he who speaks the truth. - (Plato)

And if there were only some way of contriving that a state or an army should be made up of lovers and their beloved, they would be the very best governors of their own city, abstaining from all dishonour, and emulating one another in honour; and when fighting at each other's side, although a mere handful, they would overcome the world.

The highest form of pure thought is in mathematics.

Every class, then, has plurality of being and infinity of not-being.

a human being is the measure of all things. of the things that are, that they are, and of things that are not, that they are not.

La mayor perfección en la injusticia es parecer justo sin serlo." (Platón, República)

And now, Athenians, I am not going to argue for my own sake, as you may think, but for yours, that you may not sin against the God by condemning me, who am his gift to you.

Aphrodite cried at Knidos when she saw Aphrodite: O Zeus! Where did Praxiteles see me naked?

Try to pay attention to me,, she said, as best as you can. You see, the man who has been thus far guided in matters of Love, who has beheld beautiful things in the right order and correctly, is coming now to the goal of Loving: all of a sudden he will catch sight of something wonderfully beautiful in its nature...

A mere speck that nevertheless constantly contributed to the good of the whole--is you, you who have forgotten that nothing is created except to provide the entire universe with a life of prosperity. You forget that creation is not for your benefit: you exist for the sake of the universe.

Time brings everything, and dragging years alter names and forms, nature and even destiny.

Arts like carpentering, which have an exact measure, are to be regarded as higher than music, which for the most part is mere guess-work.

He who is not a good servant will not be a good master.

Because you seem not to be aware that any one who has an intellectual affinity to Socrates and enters into conversation with him is liable to be drawn into an argument; and whatever subject he may start, he will be continually carried round and round by him, until at last he finds that he has to give an account both of his present and past life; and when he is once entangled, Socrates will not let him go until he has completely and thoroughly sifted him.

The Philebus appears to be one of the later writings of Plato

I am that gadfly which God has attached to the state, and all day long and in all places am always fastening upon you, arousing and persuading and reproaching you.

I am a sailor's tomb. Beside me lies a farmer. Hell is the same, under the land and sea.