True Valor Lies In The Middle Between

Reading Don Quixote Can Be Compared To An Indefinite Visit From Your Most Impossible Senior Relative, With All His Pranks, Dirty Habits, Unstoppable Reminiscences, And Terrible Cronies. When The Experience Is Over, And The Old Boy Checks Out At Last (on Page 846 - The Prose Wedged Tight, With No Breaks For Dialogue), You Will Shed Tears All Right; Not Tears Of Relief Or Regret But Tears Of Pride. You Made It, Despite All That 'don Quixote' Could Do.

For Hope Is Always Born At The Same Time As Love.

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.

Maybe The Greatest Madness Is To See Life As It Is Rather Than What It Could Be.

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