Those Two Fatal Words, Mine And Thine.

Get The Better Of Yourself - This Is The Best Kind Of Victory.

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

The Fear Thou Art In, Sancho," Said Don Quixote, "prevents Thee From Seeing Or Hearing Correctly, For One Of The Effects Of Fear Is To Derange The Senses And Make Things Appear Different From What They Are; If Thou Art In Such Fear, Withdraw To One Side And Leave Me To Myself, For Alone I Suffice To Bring Victory To That Side To Which I Shall Give My Aid;" And So Saying He Gave Rocinante The Spur, And Putting The Lance In Rest, Shot Down The Slope Like A Thunderbolt.

Does The Devil Possess You? You're Leaping Over The Hedge Before You Come At The Stile.

A Knowledge Of Thyself Will Preserve Thee From Vanity.