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.

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

The wise learn many things from their enemies.

Comedy is allied to justice.

You cannot teach a crab to walk straight.

By words the mind is winged.

Old age is but a second childhood.