Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.

All Of That Is True,’ Responded Don Quixote, ‘but We Cannot All Be Friars, And God Brings His Children To Heaven By Many Paths: Chivalry Is A Religion, And There Are Sainted Knights In Glory.’ Yes,’ Responded Sancho, ‘but I’ve Heard That There Are More Friars In Heaven Than Knights Errant.’ That Is True,’ Responded Don Quixote, ‘because The Number Of Religious Is Greater Than The Number Of Knights.’ There Are Many Who Are Errant,’ Said Sancho. Many,’ Responded Don Quixote, ‘but Few Who Deserve To Be Called Knights.

Every Tooth In A Man's Head Is More Valuable Than A Diamond.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

Let Us Not Throw The Rope After The Bucket.