When I kiss Agathon my soul is on my lips, where it comes, poor thing, hoping to cross over.
When a man is out of his depth, whether he has fallen into a little swimming-bath or into mid-ocean, he has to swim all the same.
When two friends, like you and me, are in the mood to chat, we have to go about it in a gentler and more dialectical way. By 'more dialectical,' I mean not only that we give real responses, but that we base our responses solely on what the interlocutor admits that he himself knows.
Whatever deceives men seems to produce a magical enchantment.
What you should do, said Socrates, is to say a magic spell over him every day until you have charmed his fears away.
When [a man] thinks that he is reasoning he is really disputing, just because he cannot define and divide, and so know that of which he is speaking; and he will pursue a merely verbal opposition in the spirit of contention and not of fair discussion.