Today Things Are Better Than Yesterday.

Under Every Stone Lurks A Politician.

It Is Bad Taste For A Poet To Be Coarse And Hairy.

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.

Look At The Orators In Our Republics; As Long As They Are Poor, Both State And People Can Only Praise Their Uprightness; But Once They Are Fattened On The Public Funds, They Conceive A Hatred For Justice, Plan Intrigues Against The People And Attack The Democracy.

Do Not Take A Blind Guide.