[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.
AristophanesRead
Shrines! Shrines! Surely you don't believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?
Interpretation
The quote questions the validity of belief in gods by demanding proof.
Aristophanes, through this quote, challenges the belief in gods by asking for arguments and evidence to support such faith. It reflects a philosophical inquiry into the nature of belief and the importance of rationality and proof in discussions of divinity and existence, encouraging a critical perspective on traditional views of religion.
In practice
This quote can be used in a debate about the existence of higher powers during a philosophy class.
[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.
When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.
Children have a master to teach them, grown-ups have the poets.
Perhaps that is part of the animals' role among us, to awaken humility, to turn our minds back to the mystery of things, and open our hearts to that most impractical of hopes in which all creation speaks as one.
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.
When a man takes an oath... he's holding his own self in his own hands. Like water.
I wrote at the start that this was a record of hate, and walking there beside Henry towards the evening glass of beer, I found the one prayer that seemed to serve the winter mood: O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever.
Because I'm a woman writing about women who do bad things, that's somehow very 'other.' When men write that, it's called a novel. It's just a book.
Envy, propelled by fear, can be even more toxic than anger, because it involves the thought that other people enjoy the good things of life which the envier can't hope to attain through hard work and emulation.
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