You cannot teach a crab to walk straight.

High thoughts must have high language.

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.

To plunder, to lie, to show your arse, are three essentials for climbing high.

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: can't live with them, or without them!

Comedy is allied to justice.