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"If any serious thing befall your friends, or even the state at large, all will look to you. When you chance to say anything the crowd will listen open-mouthed and marvel at you, and envy your gift and your father's good-fortune. And this immortality which they say is sometimes bestowed on men I will store up for you. For even when you yourself perish from the world you will never cease from companionship with the cultured and conversation with the noblest. You know whose son Demosthenes was, and yet I made him the man he was. You know that Aischines' mother was a dancer, and yet Philip paid court to him for my sake. Sokrates himself was brought up under the eye of this Art of Stonecutting, but you hear how his praises are sung on all sides from the moment when he perceived the better part and ran away from her and deserted to me.
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But if you reject such men as these, and brilliant achievements and ennobling words and a seemly guise, and honor and glory and fame and distinction, and political power and office, and respect as an orator and envy as a wit, you will wear a dirty shirt and take on the look of a slave; your hands will be full of crowbars and gravers and chisels and picks; you will stoop over your work, grovelling, prostrate, and altogether stunted; you will never look up or fix your thoughts on any manly, liberal theme; and you will ponder how to make your works symmetrical and well-shaped, but for your own symmetry and shapeliness you will take no care at all, making yourself of less worth than your stones."
