Let each man exercise the art he knows.

Surely you do not believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?

Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?

If you strike upon a thought that baffles you, break off from that entanglement and try another, so shall your wits be fresh to start again.

Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.

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.