Wine In Excess Keeps Neither Secrets Nor

Oh Senor" Said The Niece. "your Grace Should Send Them To Be Burned (books), Just Like All The Rest, Because It's Very Likely That My Dear Uncle, Having Been Cured Of The Chivalric Disease, Will Read These And Want To Become A Shepherd And Wander Through The Woods And Meadows Singing And Playing And, What Would Be Even Worse, Become A Poet, And That, They Say, Is An Incurable And Contagious Disease.

That's The Nature Of Women, Not To Love When We Love Them, And To Love When We Love Them Not.

The Ass Will Carry His Load, But Not A Double Load; Ride Not A Free Horse To Death.

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.

Digo, Paciencia Y Barajar. What I Say Is, Patience, And Shuffle The Cards.