When I religiously confess myself to myself, I find that the best virtue I have has in it some tincture of vice; and I am afraid that Plato, in his purest virtue (I, who am as sincere and loyal a lover of virtue of that stamp as any other whatever), if he had listened and laid his ear close to himself and he did so no doubt-would have heard some jarring note of human mixture, but faint and only perceptible to himself. Man is wholly and throughout but patch and motley.
Eta beldur naiz Platonek, bere bertuterik berdenean (ni bainaiz bertute-mota horien preziatzaile zintzo eta leiala, beste edozein daitekeen bezainbat), hurbiletik entzun balu bere burua, eta hurbiletik bazentzuen, somatuko zukeela giza nahasmenezko hots makur zerbait, baina iluna eta bakarrik berak somagarria. Gizona, orotan eta orotarik, betatxatze eta nabardurarik besterik ez da.