Blessed be those happy ages that were strangers to the dreadful fury of these devilish instruments of artillery, whose inventor I am satisfied is now in Hell, receiving the reward of his cursed invention, which is the cause that very often a cowardly base hand takes away the life of the bravest gentleman.

Great people create great acts of kindness.

And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted his brains, if he'd had any.

A knight errant who turns mad for a reason deserves neither merit nor thanks. The thing is to do it without cause

Blessings on him, who invented sleep.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

Nothing costs less nor is cheaper than compliments of civility.