That One Man Scorned And

The Road To The Inn Is Much Better Than The Stay.

I Have Always Heard, Sancho, That Doing Good To Base Fellows Is Like Throwing Water Into The Sea.

The Very Remembrance Of My Former Misfortune Proves A New One To Me.

I Want You To See Me Naked And Performing One Or Two Dozen Mad Acts, Which Will Take Me Less Than Half An Hour, Because If You Have Seen Them With Your Own Eyes, You Can Safely Swear To Any Others You Might Wish To Add.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.