The Pen Is The Tongue Of The

He Preaches Well That Lives Well

The Reason For The Unreason With Which You Treat My Reason , So Weakens My Reason That With Reason I Complain Of Your Beauty.

I Know Well Enough That There Have Been Dogs So Loving That They Have Thrown Themselves Into The Same Grave With The Dead Bodies Of Their Masters.

I Want You To See Me Naked And Performing One Or Two Dozen Mad Acts, Which Will Take Me Less Than Half An Hour, Because If You Have Seen Them With Your Own Eyes, You Can Safely Swear To Any Others You Might Wish To Add.

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