All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

Since Don Quixote De La Mancha Is A Crazy Fool And A Madman, And Since Sancho Panza, His Squire, Knows It, Yet, For All That, Serves And Follows Him, And Hangs On These Empty Promises Of His, There Can Be No Doubt That He Is More Of A Madman And A Fool Than His Master.

Death Eats Up All Things, Both The Young Lamb And Old Sheep; And I Have Heard Our Parson Say, Death Values A Prince No More Than A Clown.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.

Many Littles Make A Much.

Don Quixote Followed Nature, And Being Satisfied With His First Sleep, Did Not Solicit More. As For Sancho, He Never Wanted A Second, For The First Lasted Him From Night To Morning, Indicating A Sound Body And A Mind Free From Care; But His Master, Being Unable To Sleep Himself Awakened Him, Saying, "i Am Amazed, Sancho, At The Torpor Of Thy Soul; It Seems As If Thou Wert Made Of Marble Or Brass, Insensible Of Emotion Or Sentiment!