Calonice: My dear Lysistrata, just what is this matter you've summoned us women to consider.What's up? Something big? Lysistrata: Very big. Calonice: (interested) Is it stout too? Lysistrata: (smiling) Yes, indeed -- both big and stout. Calonice: What? And the women still haven't come? Lysistrata: It's not what you suppose; they'd come soon enough for that.

Evil events from evil causes spring.

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

Let each man exercise the art he knows.

High thoughts must have high language.

Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

You cannot teach a crab to walk straight.