"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way."
I cannot but be astonished that Socrates， after having so often repeated to his fellow citizens that he did not pretend to any wisdom， but had been appointed by the gods to a mission of benevolence towards them， should have been condemned to death.
