Self-control (n.) is nothing other than wisdom, and giving in to oneself is nothing other than ignorance.
Self-control (n.) is knowing yourself — which is why no trade, however skilled, ever made anyone self-controlled.
Self-control (n.) is the soil of justice: without it, justice will never spring up.
Self-control (n.) is a gentle life of mild pleasures and pains, light appetites and desires without frenzy, and so, pleasure for pleasure, the pleasanter life.
Self-control (n.) is won by bloodying the bad horse's foul-speaking tongue time after time, until it is humble and dies of fright at the sight of beauty.
Self-control (n.) is only a polite name for stupidity, says Callicles: how can a man be happy who is a slave to anything at all?
Self-control (n.) is praised by the many to hide their own impotence: unable to satisfy their pleasures, they let their cowardice preach temperance and justice.
Self-control (n.) is what makes a real king: a free man whose first duty is to rule himself and not be a slave to himself.
Self-control (n.) is Plato handing the whip to Speusippus: a slave should not be left in the power of a man who cannot govern himself.
Self-control (n.) by compulsion leaves a man not one but two — more respectable than many, but far from the virtue of a single-minded, harmonious soul.
Self-control (n.) is often not wisdom at all but an instinct that flowers early in children and animals, holding back the pursuit of pleasure in some and failing in others.
Self-control (n.) holds the other virtues inside it: doing what is fitting toward men makes one just, toward gods pious, and in what one pursues and flees, brave.
Self-control (n.) is owning sound jars filled once, so one can relax; the undisciplined man's jars are leaky and rotten, refilled day and night on pain of agony.
Self-control (n.) can never be perfect in someone who has not fought and beaten the crowd of pleasures urging him to shamelessness; untested, a man realizes only half his virtue.
Self-control (n.) of merely human origin pays cheap, human dividends: the slavish attitude it breeds is praised as virtue, yet it tosses the soul about for nine thousand years and leads it, mindless, beneath the earth.
Self-control (n.) is a ridiculous phrase — the controlling self and the controlled self are one person — yet it is a track moderation has left in language, pointing to a better and worse part within the soul.