A Fox Is Subtlety Itself.

Calonice: My Dear Lysistrata, Just What Is This Matter You've Summoned Us Women To Consider.what's Up? Something Big? Lysistrata: Very Big. Calonice: (interested) Is It Stout Too? Lysistrata: (smiling) Yes, Indeed -- Both Big And Stout. Calonice: What? And The Women Still Haven't Come? Lysistrata: It's Not What You Suppose; They'd Come Soon Enough For That.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

High Thoughts Must Have High Language.

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

Under Every Stone Lurks A Politician.