A Stout Heart Breaks Bad Luck.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

Men Of Great Talents, Whether Poets Or Historians, Seldom Escape The Attacks Of Those Who, Without Ever Favoring The World With Any Production Of Their Own, Take Delight In Criticising The Works Of Others.

For Me Alone Don Quixote Was Born And I For Him. His Was The Power Of Action, Mine Of Writing.

Patience And Shuffle The Cards.