Socrates's idea of virtue boiled down to making everyday speeches about virtue without ever finding a completely satisfactory definition of it.
Socrates is the first to call philosophy down from the sky, to place it in cities, to introduce it even into homes, to force it to consider life and customs, good and evil.
Socrates is one of those absolutely extraordinary, eternally alive people who penetrate to the groundless depth of human nature and understand the speech of ordinary people, of those who are scarcely alive from one day to the next.
Socrates is a thinker for whom the search for truth consisted in a common, joint effort, undertaken in discussion together with similarly committed other persons. If achieved, it could never be a personal‘revelation’ for which any individual could claim special credit.
Socrates is a man so bizarre, his ways so unusual, that, search as you might, you'll never find anyone else, alive or dead, who's even remotely like him.
Socrates never became heated in discourse, never uttered an injurious or insulting word—on the contrary, he persistently bore insult from others and thus put an end to the fray.
Socrates is a totally new kind of Greek philosopher. He denied that he had discovered some new wisdom, indeed that he possessed any wisdom at all, and he refused to hand anything down to anyone as his personal ‘truth’, his claim to fame.
Socrates is a man who knew little. All he knew, humbly, was how to reason and reflect, how to improve himself and (if they would follow him in behaving the same way) help others to improve themselves, by doing his best to make his own moral, practical opinions, and his life itself, rest on appropriately tested and examined reasons—not on social authority or the say-so of esteemed poets (or philosophers) or custom or any other kind of intellectual laziness.