He feels particularly ashamed if ever he is seen by his lovers to be invovled in something dishonourable.
A poet, you see, is a light thing, and winged and holy, and cannot compose before he gets inspiration and loses control of his senses and his reason has deserted him.
….I am inclined to think that these muscles and bones of mine would have gone off long ago to Megara or Boeotia-by the dog they would, if they had been moved only by their own idea of what was best.
To the degree that I cease to persue my deepest passions, I will gradually be controlled by my deepest fears.
Socrates: This man, on one hand, believes that he knows something, while not knowing [anything]. On the other hand, I – equally ignorant – do not believe [that I know anything].
I do not know, men of Athens, how my accusers affected you; as for me, I was almost carried away in spite of myself, so persuasively did they speak. And yet, hardly anything of what they said is true.
If it is pure when it leaves the body and drags nothing bodily with it, as it had no willing association with the body in life, but avoided it and gathered itself together by itself and always practiced this, which is no other than practicing philosophy in the right way, in fact, training to die easily. Or is this not training for death?
For as there are misanthropists, or haters of men, there are also misologists, or haters of ideas, and both spring from the same cause, which is ignorance of the world.
SOCRATES: They have differences of opinion, as you say, about good and evil, just and unjust, honourable and dishonourable: there would have been no quarrels among them, if there had been no such differences–would there now?
All men are by nature equal, and however we deceive ourselves, as dear unto God is the poor peasant as the mighty prince.