Chorus of women: [...] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way.
AristophanesYou vote yourselves salaries out of the public funds and care only for your own personal interests; hence the state limps along.
AristophanesYouth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.
Aristophanes