Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

My Memory Is So Bad That Many Times I Forget My Own Name.

Roque...lined His Men Up And Had Them Produce All The Clothing, Jewels, Money, And Other Objects That They Had Stolen Since The Last Time They Had Divided The Spoils. Having Made A Hasty Appraisal And Reduced To Terms Of Money Those Items That Could Not Be Divided, He Split The Whole Into Shares With Such Equity And Exactitude That In Not A Single Instance Did He Go Beyond Or Fall Short Of A Strict Distributive Justice. They Were All Well Satisfied With The Payment Received, Indeed They Were Quite Well Pleased; And Roque Then Turned To Don Quixote.

Let Me Leap Out Of The Frying-pan Into The Fire; Or, Out Of God's Blessing Into The Warm Sun.

There Is No Book So Bad...that It Does Not Have Something Good In It.

Be Temperate In Your Drinking, Remembering That Too Much Wine Cannot Keep Either A Secret Or A Promise.