He could not harm me$$$ for I do not think it is permitted that a better man be harmed by a worse.

Come then$$$ and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling$$$ and our story shall be the education of our heroes.

So where it is a general rule that it is wrong to gratify lovers$$$ this can be attributed to the defects of those who make that rule: the government's lust for rule and the subjects' cowardice.

The only thing he ought to consider$$$ if he does anything$$$ is whether he does right or wrong$$$ whether it is what a good man does or a bad man.

And Agathon said$$$ "It is probable$$$ Socrates$$$ that I knew nothing of what I had said."<br>"And yet spoke you beautifully$$$ Agathon$$$" he said.

In comparing various authors with one another$$$ I have discovered that some of the gravest and latest writers have transcribed$$$ word for word$$$ from former works$$$ without making acknowledgment.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.<br>"Save them for my funeral$$$" I'd said.

All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung suspended a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday at college$$$ in Europe$$$ somewhere$$$ anywhere$$$ the bell jar$$$ with its stifling distortions$$$ wouldn't descend again?

He feels particularly ashamed if ever he is seen by his lovers to be invovled in something dishonourable.