Miguel de Cervantes Quotes
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There is no proverb that is not true.
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Health and cheerfulness make beauty.
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The pen is the tongue of the mind.
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There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.
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It is past all controversy that what costs dearest is, and ought to be, most valued.
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It is the part of a wise man to keep himself today for tomorrow, and not to venture all his eggs in one basket.
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Truly I was born to be an example of misfortune, and a target at which the arrows of adversary are aimed.
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The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the sum of his own works.
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From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.
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I do not believe that the Good Lord plays dice.
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There are two kinds of beauty, one being of the soul and the other of the body, That of the soul is revealed through intelligence, modesty, right conduct, Generosity and good breeding, all of which qualities may exist in an ugly man; And when one's gaze is fixed upon beauty of this sort and not upon that of the body, Love is usually born suddenly and violently.
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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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Since Don Quixote de la Mancha is a crazy fool and a madman, and since Sancho Panza, his squire, knows it, yet, for all that, serves and follows him, and hangs on these empty promises of his, there can be no doubt that he is more of a madman and a fool than his master.
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As ill-luck would have it.
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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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Let everyone turn himself around, and look at home, and he will find enough to do.
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Comparisons are odious.
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Great expectations are better than a poor possession.
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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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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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Be brief, for no talk can please when too long.
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There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.
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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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Other men's pains are easily borne.