This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought Should contrive our fees to pilfer, on who for his native land Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand.

Even if you persuade me, you won’t persuade me.

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.

How can I study from below, that which is above?

Characteristics of a popular politician: a horrible voice, bad breeding, and a vulgar manner.

You cannot make a crab walk straight.

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