My Heart Is Wax Molded As She

Fortune May Have Yet A Better Success In Reserve For You And They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

Wit And Humor Do Not Reside In Slow Minds.

When We Are Asleep, We Are All Equal.

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.

Beware, Gentle Knight - The Greatest Monster Of Them All Is Reason.