Miguel de Cervantes Quotes
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I do not believe that the Good Lord plays dice.
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Patience and shuffle the cards.
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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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True valor lies in the middle between cowardice and rashness.
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Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.
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I would have nobody to control me; I would be absolute: and who but I? Now, he that is absolute can do what he likes; he that can do what he likes can take his pleasure; he that can take his pleasure can be content; and he that can be content has no more to desire. So the matter 's over; and come what will come, I am satisfied.
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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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The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic - adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls.
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Seek for good, but expect evil.
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A knowledge of thyself will preserve thee from vanity.
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Abundance, even of good things, prevents them from being valued.
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The pitcher goes so often to the fountain that if gets broken.
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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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Beware, gentle knight - the greatest monster of them all is reason.
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No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly.
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In the night all cats are gray.
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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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Leap out of the frying pan into the fire.
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Other men's pains are easily borne.
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No man is more than another unless he does more than another.
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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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Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.
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The pen is the tongue of the mind.
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Well-gotten wealth may lose itself, but the ill-gotten loses its master also.