(Antipater of Thessalonica, AP VII.413. G)
I, Hipparchia, have no use for the works of deep-robed women; I have chosen the Cynics’ virile life. I don’t need capes with brooches or deep-soled slippers; I don’t like glossy nets for my hair. My wallet is my staff’s travelling companion, and the double cloak that goes with them, the cover for my bed on the ground. I’m much stronger than Atalanta from Maenalus, because my wisdom is better than racing over the mountain.