And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.

Knowledge is the food of the soul.

I thought to myself: I am wiser than this man; neither of us probably knows anything that is really good, but he thinks he has knowledge, when he has not, while I, having no knowledge, do not think I have.

I prefer nothing, unless it is true.

... as a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth, hard surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so the stream of beauty passes back into its possessor through his eyes, which is its natural route to the soul; arriving there and setting him all aflutter, it waters the passages of the feathers and causes the wings to grow, and fills the soul of the loved one in his turn with love.

The difficulty, my friends, is not in avoiding death, but in avoiding unrighteousness; for that runs faster than death.