In the night all cats are gray.

Urgent necessity prompts many to do things, at the very thoughts of which they perhaps would start at other times.

Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them.

Beware, gentle knight - the greatest monster of them all is reason.

For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time, good must now be close at hand.

Pray, look better, sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.

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