In our language are said to hundreds of sayings on the bread. I will mention some that I have heard in Castile, land of bread: he who ate bread, crumbs make. Where bread comes, crumbs remain. Fine Spanish: bread, bread, wine, wine. Wheat bread, oak wood and vine wine, behind the House. There is no worse effort than many sons and little bread. My saddlebag bread, as he is missing me, all me sobra. Fill bread, came to moderation. White bread, heavenly bread. Morsel of bread, cheese and boot rack a kiss. Bread, which meat enough and wine missing. Rain or no rain, bread there in Orihuela. Better bread with love than chicken with pain. Bread is cheap, although reine Pontius Pilate.