Now, can musicians use music to make people unmusical?'* ‘Impossible.' ‘Can skilled horsemen use their skill to make people bad horsemen?' ‘No.' ‘So can moral people use morality to make people immoral? Or in general can good people use their goodness to make people bad?'

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There will be no injustice in compelling our philosophers to have a care and providence of others; we shall explain to them that in other States, men of their class are not obligated to share in the toils of politics: and this is reasonable, for they grow up at their own sweet will, and the government would rather not have them.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.

I am smart because I know I nothing.

Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.

Do you mean that the tyrant will dare to use violence against the people who fathered him, and raise his hand against them if they oppose him? So the tyrant is a parricide, and little comfort to his old parent.

Man is a wingless animal with two feet and flat nails.

Nevertheless I must say what I was told. It was excavated to the depth of a hundred feet, and its breadth was a stadium everywhere; it was carried round the whole of the plain, and was ten thousand stadia in length.

If, then, the ruler catches anybody beside himself lying in the State, 'Any of the craftsmen, whether he be priest or physician or carpenter,' he will punish him for introducing a practice which is equally subversive and destructive of ship or State.

No wealth can ever make a bad man at peace with himself.

Does not every man love that which he deems noble and just and good, and hate the opposite of them?people regard the same things, some as just and others as unjust,--about these they dispute; and so there arise wars and fightings among them.

I say that justice is nothing other than the advantage of [c] the stronger.

First, I must distinguish between that which always is and never becomes and which is apprehended by reason and reflection, and that which always becomes and never is and is conceived by opinion with the help of sense.

I must go beyond the dark world of sense information to the clear brilliance of the sunlight of the outside world. Once done, it becomes my duty to go back to the cave in order to illuminate the minds of those imprisoned in the 'darkness' of sensory knowledge.

But of the heaven which is above the heavens, what earthly poet ever did or ever will sing worthily?