Socrates (n.) is not in prison since he was there with his own consent.
Socrates (n.) had been preparing for his trial his whole life, by never doing wrong in private or public.
Socrates (n.) was not killed — say rather that the paltry body of Socrates was dragged off, given hemlock, and grew cold.
Socrates (n.) played ball in the law-court — and the ball was imprisonment, exile, hemlock, widowhood, orphaned children.
Socrates (n.) was the one person who governed people as men — by bringing them to subject to him their desire and their aversion.
Socrates (n.) is a model to live by even if you are not yet one — live as one who wishes to be a Socrates.
Socrates (n.) was so little like a philosopher that people asked him to introduce them to one — and he cheerfully did.
Socrates (n.) longing for the Lyceum would have wailed on campaign "when I might be sunning myself" — and would not have written paeans in prison.
Socrates (n.) used writing as a way of examining himself when no one was at hand to test him — not ‘said he, said I’ for display.
Socrates (n.) stopped young men in the street for years, and Epictetus reckons not one in a thousand ever really took his advice to care for themselves.
Socrates (n.) had a wife and children but treated them as not his own; at his trial he spoke as one alone in the world.
Socrates (n.) was asked by strangers to introduce them to philosophers — and, never saying "don't I look like one?", took them and introduced them.
Socrates's (n.) secret is never to accuse, never to blame either God or Man, to wear ever the same countenance in going forth as in coming in.
Socrates (n.) 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 (n.) was wise in never blaming anyone and in wearing the same face coming out as going in — and yet he said he knew nothing, and sent those who wanted theories to Protagoras, as one sends a man for vegetables to the market gardener.