The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.

To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.

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

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

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.

Comedy too can sometimes discern what is right. I shall not please, but I shall say what is true.

I saw a cavalry captain buy vegetable soup on horseback. He carried the whole mess home in his helmet.