A Man May Learn Wisdom Even From

Children Have A Master To Teach Them, Grown-ups Have The Poets.

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

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.

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?

The Truth Is Forced Upon Us, Very Quickly, By A Foe.