Under A Bad Cloak There

The Virtuous Woman Must Be Treated Like A Relic - Adored, But Not Handled; She Should Be Guarded And Prized, Like A Fine Flower-garden, The Beauty And Fragrance Of Which The Owner Allows Others To Enjoy Only At A Distance, And Through Iron Walls.

Love Is A Power Too Strong To Be Overcome By Anything But Flight.

Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady.

Our Greatest Foes, And Whom We Must Chiefly Combat, Are Within.

For Me Alone Don Quixote Was Born And I For Him. His Was The Power Of Action, Mine Of Writing.