I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness And The Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

The Wicked Are Always Ungrateful.

For Hope Is Always Born At The Same Time As Love.

Don Quixote Followed Nature, And Being Satisfied With His First Sleep, Did Not Solicit More. As For Sancho, He Never Wanted A Second, For The First Lasted Him From Night To Morning, Indicating A Sound Body And A Mind Free From Care; But His Master, Being Unable To Sleep Himself Awakened Him, Saying, "i Am Amazed, Sancho, At The Torpor Of Thy Soul; It Seems As If Thou Wert Made Of Marble Or Brass, Insensible Of Emotion Or Sentiment!

There Were But Two Families In The World, Have-much And Have-little.