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.

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.

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

Ignorance can be cured, but stupidity is forever

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

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.

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