The Proof Is In The Pudding.

When Good Luck Knocks At The Door, Let Him In And Keep Him There.

God Who Gives The Wound Gives The Salve.

Sancho Panza By Name Is My Own Self, If I Was Not Changed In My Cradle.

Let Everyone Turn Himself Around, And Look At Home, And He Will Find Enough To Do.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.