All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

Take My Advice And Live For A Long, Long Time. Because The Maddest Thing A Man Can Do Is This Life Is To Let Himself Die.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man?s Table, Where One Is Fain To Sit Mincing And Chewing His Meat An Hour Together, Drink Little, Be Always Wiping His Fingers And His Chops, And Never Dare To Cough Nor Sneeze, Though He Has Never So Much A Mind To It, Nor Do A Many Things Which A Body May Do Freely By One?s Self.

My Memory Is So Bad That Many Times I Forget My Own Name.

Let Every Man Mind His Own Business.

Do You See Over Yonder, Friend Sancho, Thirty Or Forty Hulking Giants? I Intend To Do Battle With Them And Slay Them.