Where there’s music there can be no evil.
Wine taken in moderation never does any harm.
Love is a power too strong to be overcome by anything but flight.
Those who’ll play with cats must expect to be scratched.
He that will not when he may, When he would, he should have nay.
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.
What a man has, so much he is sure of.
Let every man look before he leaps.
I know what’s what, and have always taken care of the main chance.
From reading too much, and sleeping too little, his brain dried up on him and he lost his judgment.
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.
Laughter distances us from that which is ugly and therefore potentially distressing, and indeed enables us to obtain paradoxical pleasure and therapeutic benefit from it.
To dream the impossible dream, that is my quest.
I have never died all my life.
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.
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.
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.
My reason is now free and clear, rid of the dark shadows of ignorance that my unhappy constant study of those detestable books of chivalry cast over it. Now I see through their absurdities and deceptions, and it only grieves me that this destruction of my illusions has come so late that it leaves me no time to make some amends by reading other books that might be a light to my soul.
Finally, having quite lost his wits, he was seized with the strangest conceit any madman in the world has ever had. It seemed to him that it was requisite and necessary, for the augmentation of his honor and for the benefit of the commonwealth, that he should become a knight-errant and ride throughout the world with his horse and his arms to seek adventures.
That is the nature of women,” said Don Quixote. “They reject the man who loves them and love the man who despises them.