...the sadness of the heart rises to the face, and in the eyes may be read the history of that which passes in the soul. - Miguel de Cervantes

Je cherche dans la mort la vie,
Dans la prison la liberté,
La santé dans la maladie,
Dans le traître la loyauté.
Mais mon infortune est si grande
Que le destin impatienté,
Si l'impossible je demande,
M'a le possible refusé.

All I can say,’ said Sancho, “is that I perceived a masculine scent about her which must have been because, with so much hard labor, she was sweaty and somewhat slimy.” “It

Depart from my sight, you monster of nature, storehouse of untruths, depository of falsehoods, warehouse of rogueries, inventor of villainies, publisher of ravings and enemy of the respect which is due to royal personages