The Road To The Inn Is Much

There Is Remedy For All Things Except Death - Don Quixote De La Mancha

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness And The Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.