He Had A Face Like A Blessing.

In Hell There Is No Retention.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

The Eating. By A Small Sample We May Judge Of The Whole Piece.

Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.

For Me Alone Don Quixote Was Born And I For Him. His Was The Power Of Action, Mine Of Writing.