Miguel de Cervantes (1547 – 1616)
Spanish novelist, poet and playwright.
Didn't I tell you, Don Quixote, sir, to turn back, for they were not armies you were going to attack, but flocks of sheep?
I was so free with him as not to mince the matter.
Cada uno es como Dios le hizo, y aśn peor muchas veces.
The painter Orbaneja of Ubeda, if he chanced to draw a cock, he wrote under it, "This is a cock," lest the people should take it for a fox.
Absence, that common cure of love.
From pro's and con's they fell to a warmer way of disputing.
You're leaping over the hedge before you come to the stile.
He ... got the better of himself, and that's the best kind of victory one can wish for.
Can we ever have too much of a good thing?
There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.
I must speak the truth, and nothing but the truth.
A private sin is not so prejudicial in this world as a public indecency.
Let none presume to tell me that the pen is preferable to the sword.
He had a face like a benediction.
You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.
Those two fatal words, Mine and Thine.
The ass will carry his load, but not a double load; ride not a free horse to death.
Fear is sharp-sighted, and can see things underground, and much more in the skies.