windmills were giants, and the monks' mules dromedaries, flocks of sheep armies of enemies, - Miguel de Cervantes

He had a face like a benediction.

Let each man say what he chooses; if because of this I am criticized by the ignorant, I shall not be chastised by the learned.

Sir Knight of the Sorrowful Face, I cannot bear with patience some of the things your Grace says. They are enough to make me suspect that all you have told me about knighthood and winning kingdoms and empires, of bestowing islands and giving me other favors and honors according to the customs of chivalry must all be hot air and lies, and all a cock and bull story or cock and ball story or whatsoever you term it.