Lysistrata: Oh, Calonicé, my heart is on fire; I blush for our sex. Men will have it we are tricky and sly...Calonicé: And they are quite right, upon my word!Lysistrata: Yet, look you, when the women are summoned to meet for a matter of the last importance, they lie abed instead of coming.Calonicé: Oh, they will come, my dear; but 'tis not easy you know, for a woman to leave the house. One is busy pottering about her husband; another is getting the servant up; a third is putting her child asleep or washing the brat or feeding it.

You vote yourselves salaries out of the public funds and care only for your own personal interests; hence the state limps along.

When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

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

Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.

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

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