Miguel de Cervantes Quotes
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The pitcher goes so often to the fountain that if gets broken.
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Leap out of the frying pan into the fire.
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Seek for good, but expect evil.
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Let us forget and forgive injuries.
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Fair and softly goes far.
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In the night all cats are gray.
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Poesy is a beauteous damsel, chaste, honourable, discreet, witty, retired, and who keeps herself within the limits of propriety. She is a friend of solitude; fountains entertain her, meadows console her, woods free her from ennui, flowers delight her; in short, she gives pleasure and instruction to all with whom she communicates.
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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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Beware, gentle knight - the greatest monster of them all is reason.
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Get the better of yourself - this is the best kind of victory.
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The most difficult character in comedy is that of the fool, and he must be no simpleton that plays that part.
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Wit and humor belong to genius alone.
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By such innovations are languages enriched, when the words are adopted by the multitude, and naturalized by custom.
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They must needs go whom the Devil drives.
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It's up to brave hearts, sir, to be patient when things are going badly, as well as being happy when they're going well ... For I've heard that what they call fortune is a flighty woman who drinks too much, and, what's more, she's blind, so she can't see what she's doing, and she doesn't know who she's knocking over or who she's raising up.
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Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.
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Abundance, even of good things, prevents them from being valued.
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Dine on little, and sup on less.
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Whether the pitcher hits the stone or the stone hits the pitcher, it goes ill with the pitcher.
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When the severity of the law is to be softened, let pity, not bribes, be the motive.
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As ill-luck would have it.
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Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.
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She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.
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There is nothing so subject to the inconstancy of fortune as war.