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.

You vote yourselves salaries out of the public funds and care only for your own personal interests; hence the state limps along.

Why, I'd like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.

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

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

Words give wings to the mind and make a man soar to heaven.

No man is really honest; none of us is above the influence of gain.