Whatever is in any way beautiful hath its source of beauty in itself, and is complete in itself; praise forms no part of it. So it is none the worse nor the better for being praised. Book IV
There is a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us out flat some time or other. Don Quixote
Remember this, then, that this little compound, thyself, must either be dissolved, or thy poor breath must be extinguished, or be removed and placed elsewhere. Book VIII
Books are the mirrors of the soul. Between the Acts
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