He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

The Phoenix Hope, Can Wing Her Way Through The Desert Skies, And Still Defying Fortune's Spite; Revive From Ashes And Rise.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

It Is Courage That Vanquishes In War, And Not Good Weapons.

It Is Not The Responsibility Of Knights Errant To Discover Whether The Afflicted, The Enchained And The Oppressed Whom They Encounter On The Road Are Reduced To These Circumstances And Suffer This Distress For Their Vices, Or For Their Virtues: The Knight's Sole Responsibility Is To Succour Them As People In Need, Having Eyes Only For Their Sufferings, Not For Their Misdeeds.