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.

The old are in a second childhood.

Let each man exercise the art he knows.

High thoughts must have high language.

A man may learn wisdom even from a foe.

Ignorance can be cured, but stupidity is forever

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