He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

I Have Always Heard, Sancho, That Doing Good To Base Fellows Is Like Throwing Water Into The Sea.

History Is In A Manner A Sacred Thing, So Far As It Contains Truth; For Where Truth Is, The Supreme Father Of It May Also Be Said To Be, At Least, Inasmuch As Concerns Truth.

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

Be A Terror To The Butchers, That They May Be Fair In Their Weight; And Keep Hucksters And Fraudulent Dealers In Awe, For The Same Reason.

It Is The Part Of A Wise Man To Keep Himself Today For Tomorrow, And Not To Venture All His Eggs In One Basket.