No Man Is Really Honest; None Of

Hunger Knows No Friend But Its Feeder.

Let Each Man Exercise The Art He Knows.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

Open Your Mind Before Your Mouth

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.