A closed mouth catches no flies.

The absent feel and fear every ill.

There were but two families in the world, Have-much and Have-little.

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.

Take away the motive, and you take away the sin.

A tooth is much more to be prized than a diamond.

Though Gods attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.