There's No Love Lost Between Us.

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

The Good Governor Should Have A Broken Leg And Keep At Home.

Reading Don Quixote Can Be Compared To An Indefinite Visit From Your Most Impossible Senior Relative, With All His Pranks, Dirty Habits, Unstoppable Reminiscences, And Terrible Cronies. When The Experience Is Over, And The Old Boy Checks Out At Last (on Page 846 - The Prose Wedged Tight, With No Breaks For Dialogue), You Will Shed Tears All Right; Not Tears Of Relief Or Regret But Tears Of Pride. You Made It, Despite All That 'don Quixote' Could Do.

It Is One Thing To Praise Discipline, And Another To Submit To It.

Experience Is The Universal Mother Of Sciences.