An Actor Should Refine Public Taste.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

Why, I'd Like Nothing Better Than To Achieve Some Bold Adventure, Worthy Of Our Trip.

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.

To Invoke Solely The Weaker Arguments And Yet Triumph Is An Art Worth More Than A Hundred Thousand Drachmae.

It Is Right That The Good Should Be Happy, That The Wicked And The Impious On The Other Hand, Should Be Miserable; That Is A Truth, I Believe, Which No One Will Gainsay.