Take the maid to the dungeon." As he spoke a youth with flowing hair, emaciated, but with black eyes that beamed with the flashing light of genius, rushed forward, and flinging himself before him exclaimed: "O Pericles, forgive and save the maid! She is my sister.

I am the culprit.

The group is the work of my hands, the hands of a slave." The indignant crowd interrupted him and cried, "To the dungeon, to the dungeon with the slave." "As I live, no!" said Pericles, rising.
"Behold that group! Apollo decides by it that there is something higher in Greece than an unjust law.

The highest purpose of law should be the development of the beautiful.

If Athens lives in the memory and affections of men, it is her devotion to art that will immortalize her.
Not to the dungeon, but to my side bring the youth." And there, in the presence of the assembled multitude, Aspasia placed the crown of olives, which she held in her hands, on the brow of Creon; and at the same time, amid universal plaudits, she tenderly kissed Creon's affectionate and devoted sister.
The Athenians erected a statue to Aesop, who was born a slave, that men might know that the way to honor is open to all.