Halt! ill-born rabble, follow him not nor pursue him, or ye will have to reckon with me in battle! - Miguel de Cervantes

Y cuando vuestra desventura fuera de aquellas que tienen cerradas las puertas a todo género de consuelo, pensaba ayudaros a llorarla y plañirla como mejor pudiera; que todavía es consuelo en las desgracias hallar quien se duela dellas.

A father may have a child who is ugly and lacking in all the graces, and the love he feels for him puts a blindfold over his eyes so that he does not see his defects but considers them signs of charm and intelligence and recounts them to his friends as if they were clever and witty.

I tell you, when it comes to asking stupid questions and giving crazy answers, I don‘t need to go looking for help from my neighbors.