Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is

Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

God Helps Everyone With What Is His Own.

Riches Are Able To Solder Up Abundance Of Flaws.

I Never Thrust My Nose Into Other Men's Porridge. It Is No Bread And Butter Of Mine; Every Man For Himself, And God For Us All.

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.