If I err in belief that the souls of men are immortal, I gladly err, nor do I wish this error which gives me pleasure to be wrested from me while I live.

Any man is liable to err, only a fool persists in error.

Many wish not so much to be virtuous, as to seem to be

I would rather err with Plato than think rightly with these (Pythagoreans)

Pleasure blinds (so to speak) the eyes of the mind, and has no fellowship with virtue. [Lat., Voluptas mentis (ut ita dicam) praestringit oculos, nec habet ullum cum virtute commercium.]

Plato divinely calls pleasure the bait of evil, inasmuch as men are caught by it as fish by a hook. [Lat., Divine Plato escam malorum appeliat voluptatem, quod ea videlicet homines capiantur, ut pisces hamo.]