Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A

What Man Can Pretend To Know The Riddle Of A Woman's Mind?

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!

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man?s Table, Where One Is Fain To Sit Mincing And Chewing His Meat An Hour Together, Drink Little, Be Always Wiping His Fingers And His Chops, And Never Dare To Cough Nor Sneeze, Though He Has Never So Much A Mind To It, Nor Do A Many Things Which A Body May Do Freely By One?s Self.

Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who Can Sing.

Cunning Cheats Itself Wholly, And Other People Partially.