Fear Has Many Eyes And Can See

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

The Good Governor Should Have A Broken Leg And Keep At Home.

Reading Don Quixote Can Be Compared To An Indefinite Visit From Your Most Impossible Senior Relative, With All His Pranks, Dirty Habits, Unstoppable Reminiscences, And Terrible Cronies. When The Experience Is Over, And The Old Boy Checks Out At Last (on Page 846 - The Prose Wedged Tight, With No Breaks For Dialogue), You Will Shed Tears All Right; Not Tears Of Relief Or Regret But Tears Of Pride. You Made It, Despite All That 'don Quixote' Could Do.

You Are A King By Your Own Fireside, As Much As Any Monarch In His Throne.

Truth Will Rise Above Falsehood As Oil Above Water.