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.

Love is merely the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.

Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.

[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.

Shall I crack any of those old jokes, master, At which the audience never fail to laugh?

Meton (astronomer in 5th century BC): With the straight ruler I set to work To make the circle four-cornered .

By words the mind is winged.