About Miguel de Cervantes: Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra was a Spanish novelist, poet, and playwright.
Thou hast seen nothing yet.
Yo no creo en brujas, pero que las hay, las hay.
Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.
En resolución, él se enfrascó tanto en su lectura, que se le pasaban las noches leyendo de claro en claro, y los días de turbio en turbio, y así, del poco dormir y del mucho leer, se le secó el cerebro, de manera que vino a perder el juicio. Ll...
It seemed to us that all people to a greater or lesser degree belong to one of these two types, that almost every one of us resembles either Don Quixote or Hamlet.
Not with whom you are born, but with whom you are bred.
They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeli...
... truth, whose mother is history, who is the rival of time, depository of deeds, witness of the past, example and lesson to the present, and warning to the future.
In any case, Cide Hamete Benengeli was a very careful historian, and very accurate in all things, as can be clearly seen in the details he relates to us, for although they are trivial and inconsequential, he does not attempt to pass over them in sile...
...but once more I say do as you please, for we women are born to this burden of being obedient to our husbands, though they be blockheads
I swear to hold my tongue about it till the end of your worship's days, and God grant I may be able to let it out tomorrow
...in the worst of circumstances, the hypocrite who pretends to be good does less harm than the public sinner.
La pluma es la lengua del alma: cuales fueren los conceptos que en ella se engendraren, tales serán sus escritos.
Facts are the enemy of truth.
After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.
The greatest madness a man can be guilty of in this life, is to let himself die outright, without being slain by any person whatever, or destroyed by any other weapon than the hands of melancholy
When thou art at Rome, do as they do at Rome.
Tell me thy company, and I'll tell thee what thou art.
It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.
Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.
