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.

Comedy is allied to justice.

I saw a cavalry captain buy vegetable soup on horseback. He carried the whole mess home in his helmet.

Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.

If you strike upon a thought that baffles you, break off from that entanglement and try another, so shall your wits be fresh to start again.

When men drink wine they are rich, they are busy, they push lawsuits, they are happy, they are friends.

Surely you do not believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?