No Man Is Really Honest; None Of

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

Words Give Wings To The Mind And Make A Man Soar To Heaven.

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.

A Slave Is But Half A Man.

Mix And Knead Together All The State Business As You Do For Your Sausages. To Win The People, Always Cook Them Some Savory That Pleases Them.