Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Thank You For Nothing.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

There Are Two Kinds Of People In This World, My Grandmother Used To Say: The Have's And The Have-not's, And She Stuck To The Have's. And Today, Señor Don Quixote, People Are More Interested In Having Than In Knowing. An Ass Covered With Gold Makes A Better Impression Than A Horse With A Packsaddle.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

To Withdraw Is Not To Run Away, And To Stay Is No Wise Action, When There's More Reason To Fear Than To Hope.