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It is by rugged paths like these they go That scale the heights of immortality, Unreached by those that falter here below.
Your grace's words have been like manure spread on the barren ground of my dry and uncultivated mind.
There is no recollection which time does not put an end to, and no pain which death does not remove.
Let each look to himself and not try to make out white black, and black white; for each of us is as God made him, aye, and often worse.
At this the duchess, laughing all the while, said: Sancho Panza is right in all he has said, and will be right in all he shall say ...
With these meager scraps of Latin and the like, you may perhaps be taken for a scholar, which is honorable and profitable these days.
You should know, Sancho, that a man is not worth more than any other if he does not do more than any other.
He who does not know how to take advantage of luck when it comes to him, has no right to complain if it gives him the go-by;
Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.
Ye love-smitten host, know that to Dulcinea only I am dough and sugar-paste, flint to all others; for her I am honey, for you aloes. For
The village to sell (saving your presence) four pigs, and between dues and cribbings they got out of me little less than the worth of them. As
Since Cervantes's magnificent Knight's quest has cosmological scope and reverberation, no object seems beyond reach.
( ... ) and it will be easier, remember, to bend thy will to love one who adores thee, than to lead one to love thee who abhors thee now.
In the shadow of feigned cripples and false wounds come the strong arms of thieves and very healthy drunkards.
She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.
I've always heard the old folks say that if you don't know how to enjoy good luck when it comes, you shouldn't complain if it passes you by.
The fault lies not with the mob, who demands nonsense, but with those who do not know how to produce anything else.
After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.
Perceived a cart covered with royal flags coming along the road they were travelling; and persuaded that this must be some new adventure,
Heaven send us better times! There is nothing but plotting and counter-plotting, undermining and counter-mining in this world.
I do not insist," answered Don Quixote, "that this is a full adventure, but it is the beginning of one, for this is the way adventures begin.
This fierce basilisk, this ungrateful, cruel, supercilious wretch, will neither seek, serve, own, nor follow you in any shape whatever.
So it isn't the masses who are to blame for demanding rubbish, but rather those who aren't capable of providing them with anything else.
Take care, Sancho," said Samson; "honours change manners, and perhaps when you find yourself a governor you won't know the mother that bore you.
Never mind what some will say, for then thou wilt never have done. One may as soon tie up the winds, as the tongues of slanderers.
Nay, what is even worse, he may become a poet, which they say is an incurable and infectious disease." "This
What is more dangerous than to become a poet? which is, as some say, an incurable and infectious disease.
What I can tell your grace is that it deals with truths, and they are truths so appealing and elegant that no lies can equal them.
All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.
Sancho tried to amuse him and cheer him up by chatting to him, and said, among other things, what is recorded in the next chapter.
Didn't i tell you they were only windmills? And someone with windmills on the brain could have failed to see that!
For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time, good must now be close at hand.
All human efforts to communicate - even in the same language - are equally utopian, equally luminous with value, and equally worth the doing.
This, however, is of but little importance to our tale; it will be enough not to stray a hair's breadth from the truth in the telling of it.
The sadness of the heart rises to the face, and in the eyes may be read the history of that which passes in the soul.