Y así, del poco dormir y del mucho leer se le secó el celebro de manera, que vina a perder el juicio. - Miguel de Cervantes

What a man has, so much he is sure of.

Yo sé quién soy -dijo Don Quijote-, y sé que puedo ser, no sólo los que he dicho, sino todos los Doce Pares de Francia.

Well, the same thing happens in the drama and business of this world, where some play emperors, others pontiffs, in short, all the figures that can be presented in a play, but at the end, which is when life is over, death removes all the clothing that differentiated them, and all are equal in the grave.” “That’s a fine comparison,” said Sancho, “though not so new that I haven’t heard it many times before, like the one about chess: as long as the game lasts, each piece has its particular rank and position, but when the game’s over they’re mixed and jumbled and thrown together in a bag, just the way life is tossed into the grave.”1 “Every day, Sancho,” said Don