Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

The Fear Thou Art In, Sancho," Said Don Quixote, "prevents Thee From Seeing Or Hearing Correctly, For One Of The Effects Of Fear Is To Derange The Senses And Make Things Appear Different From What They Are; If Thou Art In Such Fear, Withdraw To One Side And Leave Me To Myself, For Alone I Suffice To Bring Victory To That Side To Which I Shall Give My Aid;" And So Saying He Gave Rocinante The Spur, And Putting The Lance In Rest, Shot Down The Slope Like A Thunderbolt.

A Knowledge Of Thyself Will Preserve Thee From Vanity.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

I Have Always Heard, Sancho, That Doing Good To Base Fellows Is Like Throwing Water Into The Sea.