Miguel de Cervantes Quotes
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Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.
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Jests that give pains are no jests.
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Virtue is the truest nobility.
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There is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune as war.
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Every one in his own house and God in all of them.
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The man who fights for his ideals is alive.
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Little said is soon amended.
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A knowledge of thyself will preserve thee from vanity.
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We ought to love our Maker for His own sake, without either hope of good or fear of pain.
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Think before thou speakest.
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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.
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Oh Senor" said the niece. "Your grace should send them to be burned books, just like all the rest, because it's very likely that my dear uncle, having been cured of the chivalric disease, will read these and want to become a shepherd and wander through the woods and meadows singing and playing and, what would be even worse, become a poet, and that, they say, is an incurable and contagious disease.
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When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?
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Love not what you are but only what you may become.
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Virtue is persecuted by the wicked more than it is loved by the good.
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Until death it is all life.
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How will he who does not know how to govern himself know how to govern others?
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It is good to live and learn.
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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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Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.
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Delay always breeds danger; and to protract a great design is often to ruin it.
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Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, Though he'd lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more.
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The man who is prepared has his battle half fought.
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True valor lies in the middle between cowardice and rashness.