When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams – this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness – and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.
En un lugar de la Mancha de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme...
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...
The ability to reason the un-reason which has afflicted by reason saps my ability to reason, so that I complain with good reason of your infinite loveliness.
The fault lies not with the mob, who demands nonsense, but with those who do not know how to produce anything else.
Didn’t i tell you they were only windmills? And someone with windmills on the brain could have failed to see that!
Your grace, come back, Senor Don Quixote, I swear to God you’re charging sheep !
Sancho, when a man knows not how to read, or is left-handed, it argues one of two things; either that he was the son of exceedingly mean and lowly parents, or that he himself was so incorrigible and ill-conditioned that neither good company nor good teaching could make any impression on him.
Mirad, maestresala – dijo la duquesa –, lo que el buen Sancho pide, y cumplidle su voluntad al pie de la letra.
Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man; to speak much, and know little; to spend much, and have little; to presume much, and be worth little.
One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world will be better for this.
There is remedy for all things except death – Don Quixote De La Mancha.
Get the better of yourself – this is the best kind of victory.
The eyes those silent tongues of love.
He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
In order to attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.
Delay always breeds danger; and to protract a great design is often to ruin it.
Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.
The man who is prepared has his battle half fought.