Behind the cross is the devil.

Let the worst come to the worst.

Be brief, for no talk can please when too long. Being prepared is half the victory.

He had a face like a blessing.

Love is invisible and comes and goes where it wants, without anyone asking about it.

Behind the cross is the devil.

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.