Miguel de Cervantes Quotes
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Though Gods attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.
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Whether it's the pot that hits the rock or the rock that hits the pot , it's the pot that will break every time.
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The pen is the tongue of the mind.
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Every tooth in a man's head is more valuable than a diamond.
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Ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone.
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Woman's advice has little value, but he who won't take it is a fool.
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They who lose today may win tomorrow.
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Be temperate in your drinking, remembering that too much wine cannot keep either a secret or a promise.
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Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.
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The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.
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I follow a more easy, and, in my opinion, a wiser course, namely--to inveigh against the levity of the female sex, their fickleness, their double-dealing, their rotten promises, their broken faith, and, finally, their want of judgment in bestowing their affections.
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It is good to live and learn.
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At this the duchess, laughing all the while, said: "Sancho Panza is right in all he has said, and will be right in all he shall say.
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When we leave this world, and are laid in the earth, the prince walks as narrow a path as the day-laborer.
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Every one in his own house and God in all of them.
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For a man to attain to an eminent degree in learning costs him time, watching, hunger, nakedness, dizziness in the head, weakness in the stomach, and other inconveniences.
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He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
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Fear has many eyes and can see things underground.
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Man appoints, and God disappoints.
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Other men's pains are easily borne.
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Jests that give pains are no jests.
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Until death it is all life.
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The good governor should have a broken leg and keep at home.
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To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.