Cloath thee in war, arme thee in peace.
Plato worried that philosophical writing would take the place of living conversations for which, in philosophy, there is no substitute.
Everyone loves a hero. What we differ on is the question of who the heroes are, because we differ over what matters. And who matters is a function of what matters. [If] what matters is intelligence, the people who matter are the intelligent, and the people who matter the most, the heroes, are the geniuses.
Those who share my heroes are, in the deepest sense, of my own kind.
To matter, to mind. . . . What we mind is in our power, but whether we matter may not be - and there's the tragedy. . . . Can anyone truthfully say, I don't matter and I don't mind?
Plato dramatically puts the detachment of the philosopher from his time this way: to philosophize is to prepare to die.
Mother' is not an identity one can just try on for size.
So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here. . . in my arms.
I don't want to offend anyone, but the United States, everywhere, all over the world, is actively interfering in electoral campaigns in other countries. Is this really news to you? Just talk to people but in such a way (to the extent it is possible for you) so as to convince them that you're not going to make it public. Point your finger to any spot on the world's map, everywhere you'll hear complaints that American officials interfere in their political domestic processes.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Whatever the theories may be of woman's dependence on man, in the supreme moments of her life he can not bear her burdens.