The Wounds Received In Battle Bestow Honor,

The Beauty Of Some Women Has Days And Seasons, Depending Upon Accidents Which Diminish Or Increase It; Nay, The Very Passions Of The Mind Naturally Improve Or Impair It, And Very Often Utterly Destroy It.

It Seldom Happens That Any Felicity Comes So Pure As Not To Be Tempered And Allayed By Some Mixture Of Sorrow.

Truth Indeed Rather Alleviates Than Hurts, And Will Always Bear Up Against Falsehood, As Oil Does Above Water.

Since We Have A Good Loaf, Let Us Not Look For Cheesecakes.

Reading Don Quixote Can Be Compared To An Indefinite Visit From Your Most Impossible Senior Relative, With All His Pranks, Dirty Habits, Unstoppable Reminiscences, And Terrible Cronies. When The Experience Is Over, And The Old Boy Checks Out At Last (on Page 846 - The Prose Wedged Tight, With No Breaks For Dialogue), You Will Shed Tears All Right; Not Tears Of Relief Or Regret But Tears Of Pride. You Made It, Despite All That 'don Quixote' Could Do.