With Life Many Things Are

God Exalts The Man Who Humbles Himself.

Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

Historians Ought To Be Precise, Faithful, And Unprejudiced; And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Make Them Swerve From The Way Of Truth.

Many Count Their Chickens Before They Are Hatched; And Where They Expect Bacon, Meet With Broken Bones.

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.