What Man Can Pretend To Know The

Many Go Out For Wool, And Come Home Shorn Themselves.

Where There's Music There Can Be No Evil.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

Since Don Quixote De La Mancha Is A Crazy Fool And A Madman, And Since Sancho Panza, His Squire, Knows It, Yet, For All That, Serves And Follows Him, And Hangs On These Empty Promises Of His, There Can Be No Doubt That He Is More Of A Madman And A Fool Than His Master.