True Valor Lies In The Middle Between

El Pan Comido Y La Compan? |a Deshecha. With The Bread Eaten, The Company Breaks Up.

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

Fear Has Many Eyes And Can See Things Underground.

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.

A Man Without Honor Is Worse Than Dead.