I was happy with my bees and my sheep and my olives. Then I married this city girl, the niece of Megacles, no less, very classy—a right Coesyra!

How can I? How can I study all this logic-chopping and hair-splitting? I'm an old man…

"Damn your quarts, you stupid peasant. Let's try rhythms, perhaps you'll understand better." "I will if they'll help me sell my corn."

I wish you'd go back to your horses

Be ashamed when you ought to be ashamed