Hunger Knows No Friend But Its Feeder.

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

The Wise Learn Many Things From Their Enemies.

[y]ou [man] Are Fool Enough, It Seems, To Dare To War With [woman=] Me, When For Your Faithful Ally You Might Win Me Easily.

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring.

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.