The Darts Of Love Are Blunted By

Sancho Panza By Name Is My Own Self, If I Was Not Changed In My Cradle.

Riches Are Of Little Avail In Many Of The Calamities To Which Mankind Are Liable.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

He Who's Down One Day Can Be Up The Next, Unless He Really Wants To Stay In Bed, That Is.

When We Are Asleep, We Are All Equal.