There is no memory to whom time does not end, nor pain that death does not consume.
An open door always leaves the venture in the misfortunes, to remedy them.
Because I want to make you a savive, Sancho, who does not face the wounds that occur with the instruments that are perhaps in their hands.
"Sir," Sancho replied-, that retreat is not to flee, nor to wait is sanity, when the danger exceeds hope, and of wise is to keep today for tomorrow, and not venture everything in one day.
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We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
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The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...