Thank You For Nothing.

Oh Senor" Said The Niece. "your Grace Should Send Them To Be Burned (books), Just Like All The Rest, Because It's Very Likely That My Dear Uncle, Having Been Cured Of The Chivalric Disease, Will Read These And Want To Become A Shepherd And Wander Through The Woods And Meadows Singing And Playing And, What Would Be Even Worse, Become A Poet, And That, They Say, Is An Incurable And Contagious Disease.

There Is A Time For Some Things, And A Time For All Things; A Time For Great Things, And A Time For Small Things.

A Tooth Is Much More To Be Prized Than A Diamond.

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.

All Kinds Of Beauty Do Not Inspire Love; There Is A Kind Which Only Pleases The Sight, But Does Not Captivate The Affections.