We are all as God made us and frequently much worse.

The proof of the pudding is the eating.

A closed mouth catches no flies.

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

Troubles take wing for the man who can sing.

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.

There is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune as war.