I cannot believe that God would choose to play dice with the universe.
He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
I pray Thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.
God takes away the minds of poets, and uses them as his ministers, as he also uses diviners and holy prophets, in order that we who hear them may know them to be speaking not of themselves who utter these priceless words in a state of unconsciousness, but that God himself is the speaker, and that through them he is conversing with us.
God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the poets are only the interpreters of the Gods.
Now the hour to part has come. I go to die, you go to live. Which of us goes to the better lot is known to no one, except the god.
Athenian men, I respect and love you, but I shall obey the god rather than you.
When I am judging a theory, I ask myself whether, if I were God, I would have arranged the world in such a way.
And now we go, you to your lives, and I to death, and which of us goes to the better only God knows.
Thus such another will not easily come to you, men, but if you believe me, you will spare me; but perhaps you might possibly be offended, like the sleeping who are awakened, striking me, believing Anytus, you might easily kill, then the rest of your lives you might continue sleeping, unless the god caring for you should send you another.