Miguel de Cervantes (1547 – 1616)
Spanish novelist, poet and playwright.
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.
Take care, your worship, those things over there are not giants but windmills.
Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.
Journey over all the universe in a map, without the expense and fatigue of traveling, without suffering the inconveniences of heat, cold, hunger, and thirst.
Good wits jump; a word to the wise is enough.
There is no love lost, sir.
The charging of his enemy was but the work of a moment.
I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.
Great persons are able to do great kindnesses.
Which I have earned with the sweat of my brows.
My memory is so bad that many times I forget my own name.
History is in a manner a sacred thing, so far as it contains truth; for where truth is, the supreme Father of it may also be said to be, at least, inasmuch as concerns truth.
Why do you lead me a wild-goose chase?
They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains.
For if he like a madman lived,
At least he like a wise one died.
Are we to mark this day with a white or a black stone?
By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece.