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How singular is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it; for they never come to a man together, and yet he who pursues either of them is generally compelled to take the other.

I would have you know, that if you kill such an one as I am, you will injure yourselves more than you will injure me.

[...] These new accusers must also have their affidavit read. What do they say? Something of this sort: that Socrates is a doer of evil, and corruptor of the youth, and he does not believe in the gods of the state, and has other new divinities of his own.