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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.

-Miguel De Cervantes

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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.

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Delay Always Breeds Danger; And To Protract A Great Design Is Often To Ruin It.

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To Withdraw Is Not To Run Away, And To Stay Is No Wise Action, When There's More Reason To Fear Than To Hope.

That's The Nature Of Women, Not To Love When We Love Them, And To Love When We Love Them Not.

The Reason For The Unreason With Which You Treat My Reason , So Weakens My Reason That With Reason I Complain Of Your Beauty.

Don Quixote Followed Nature, And Being Satisfied With His First Sleep, Did Not Solicit More. As For Sancho, He Never Wanted A Second, For The First Lasted Him From Night To Morning, Indicating A Sound Body And A Mind Free From Care; But His Master, Being Unable To Sleep Himself Awakened Him, Saying, "i Am Amazed, Sancho, At The Torpor Of Thy Soul; It Seems As If Thou Wert Made Of Marble Or Brass, Insensible Of Emotion Or Sentiment!

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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.

Do But Take Care To Express Yourself In A Plain, Easy Manner, In Well-chosen, Significant And Decent Terms, And To Give A Harmonious And Pleasing Turn To Your Periods: Study To Explain Your Thoughts, And Set Them In The Truest Light, Labouring As Much As Possible, Not To Leave Them Dark Nor Intricate, But Clear And Intelligible.

Love Is Invisible And Comes And Goes Where It Wants, Without Anyone Asking About It.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

All I Know Is That So Long I Am Asleep I Am Rid Of All Fears And Hopes And Toils And Glory, And Long Live The Man Who Invented Sleep, The Cloak That Covers All Human Thirst.

In Every Case, The Remedy Is To Take Action. Get Clear About Exactly What It Is That You Need To Learn And Exactly What You Need To Do To Learn It. Being Clear Kills Fear. Make It Thy Business To Know Thyself, Which Is The Most Difficult Lesson In The World.

The Wise Hand Does Not All The Tongue Dictates.

Let Us Make Hay While The Sun Shines.

Virtue Is Persecuted By The Wicked More Than It Is Loved By The Good.

I Do Not Deny That What Happened To Us Is A Thing Worth Laughing At. But It Is Not Worth Telling, For Not Everyone Is Sufficiently Intelligent To Be Able To See Things From The Right Point Of View.

Laziness Never Arrived At The Attainment Of A Good Wish.

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Mind.

It Is The Part Of A Wise Man To Keep Himself Today For Tomorrow, And Not To Venture All His Eggs In One Basket.

All Kinds Of Beauty Do Not Inspire Love; There Is A Kind Which Only Pleases The Sight, But Does Not Captivate The Affections.

Delay Always Heeds Danger.

There Is No Love Lost Between Us.

El Pan Comido Y La Compan? |a Deshecha. With The Bread Eaten, The Company Breaks Up.

There Are Only Two Families In The World, My Old Grandmother Used To Say, The Haves And The Have-nots.

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies?

Maybe The Greatest Madness Is To See Life As It Is Rather Than What It Could Be.

There Were No Embraces, Because Where There Is Great Love There Is Often Little Display Of It.

Take My Advice And Live For A Long, Long Time. Because The Maddest Thing A Man Can Do Is This Life Is To Let Himself Die.

Be Temperate In Your Drinking, Remembering That Too Much Wine Cannot Keep Either A Secret Or A Promise.

They Must Needs Go Whom The Devil Drives.

All Is Not Gold That Glisters.

Now, Blessings Light On Him That First Invented Sleep!Ê It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak; It Is Meat For The Hungry, Drink For The Thirsty, Heat For The Cold, And Cold For The Hot.Ê It Is The Current Coin That Purchases All The Pleasures Of The World Cheap, And The Balance That Sets The King And The Shepherd, The Fool And The Wise Man, Even.

Good Actions Ennoble Us, And We Are The Sons Of Our Deeds.

It Is Good To Live And Learn.

Virtue Is The Truest Nobility.

The Wicked Are Always Ungrateful.

Riches Are Of Little Avail In Many Of The Calamities To Which Mankind Are Liable.

Woman's Advice Has Little Value, But He Who Won't Take It Is A Fool.

Do You See Over Yonder, Friend Sancho, Thirty Or Forty Hulking Giants? I Intend To Do Battle With Them And Slay Them.

We Ought To Love Our Maker For His Own Sake, Without Either Hope Of Good Or Fear Of Pain.

He Preaches Well That Lives Well

Wine In Excess Keeps Neither Secrets Nor Promises.

Her Father Guarded Her, And She Guarded Herself; For There Are No Padlocks, Bolts, Or Bars, That Secure A Maiden Better Than Her Own Reserve.

Many Count Their Chickens Before They Are Hatched; And Where They Expect Bacon, Meet With Broken Bones.

The Eyes Those Silent Tongues Of Love.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado, Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man's Table.

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.

All The Vices, Sancho, Bring Some Kind Of Pleasure With Them; But Envy Brings Nothing But Irritation, Bitterness, And Rage.

What Man Can Pretend To Know The Riddle Of A Woman's Mind?

One Should Not Talk Of Hatters In The House Of The Hanged.

The Good Governor Should Have A Broken Leg And Keep At Home.

A Person Dishonored Is Worst Than Dead.

No Fathers Or Mothers Think Their Own Children Ugly; And This Self-deceit Is Yet Stronger With Respect To The Offspring Of The Mind.

A Father May Have A Child Who Is Ugly And Lacking In All The Graces, And The Love He Feels For Him Puts A Blindfold Over His Eyes So That He Does Not See His Defects But Considers Them Signs Of Charm And Intelligence And Recounts Them To His Friends As If They Were Clever And Witty.

A Stout Heart Breaks Bad Luck.

Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.

The Cleverest Character In Comedy Is The Clown, For He Who Would Make People Take Him For A Fool, Must Not Be One.

Many Littles Make A Much.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.

Though Gods Attributes Are Equal, Yet His Mercy Is More Attractive And Pleasing In Our Eyes Than His Justice.

Make Yourself Honey And The Flies Will Devour You.

Take Away The Motive, And You Take Away The Sin.

Whether It's The Pot That Hits The Rock Or The Rock That Hits The Pot , It's The Pot That Will Break Every Time

Health And Cheerfulness Make Beauty

A Man Without Honor Is Worse Than Dead.

He That Gives Quickly Gives Twice.

By Such Innovations Are Languages Enriched, When The Words Are Adopted By The Multitude, And Naturalized By Custom.

An Honest Man's Word Is As Good As His Bond.

When God Sends The Dawn, He Sends It For All.

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Whoever Is Ignorant Is Vulgar.

There's No Love Lost Between Us.

The Proof Is In The Pudding.

The Ass Bears The Load, But Not The Overload.

The Absent Feel And Fear Every Ill.

Let Us Forget And Forgive Injuries.

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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.

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What Is Bought Is Cheaper Than A Gift.

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I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

I Do Not Say A Proverb Is Amiss When Aptly And Reasonably Applied, But To Be Forever Discharging Them, Right Or Wrong, Hit Or Miss, Renders Conversation Insipid And Vulgar.

A Man Prepared Has Half Fought The Battle.

Fair And Softly Goes Far.

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A Proverb Is A Short Sentence Based On Long Experience.

And Thus Being Totally Preoccupied, He Rode So Slowly That The Sun Was Soon Glowing With Such Intense Heat That It Would Have Melted His Brains, If He'd Had Any.

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I Never Thrust My Nose Into Other Men's Porridge. It Is No Bread And Butter Of Mine; Every Man For Himself, And God For Us All.

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The Most Difficult Character In Comedy Is That Of The Fool, And He Must Be No Simpleton That Plays That Part.

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.

We Are All As God Made Us And Frequently Much Worse.

The Guts Carry The Feet, Not The Feet The Guts.

Delay Always Breeds Danger.

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Let Every Man Look Before He Leaps.

He Who Has The Judge For His Father Goes Into Court With An Easy Mind.

For A Man To Attain To An Eminent Degree In Learning Costs Him Time, Watching, Hunger, Nakedness, Dizziness In The Head, Weakness In The Stomach, And Other Inconveniences.

When We Leave This World, And Are Laid In The Earth, The Prince Walks As Narrow A Path As The Day-laborer.

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.

You Cannot Eat Your Cake And Have Your Cake.

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.

In The Night All Cats Are Gray.

Lovers Are Commonly Industrious To Make Themselves Uneasy.

Folly Is Wont To Have More Followers And Comrades Than Discretion.

Among The Attributes Of God, Although They Are Equal, Mercy Shines With Even More Brilliance Than Justice.

When The Head Aches, All The Members Partake Of The Pain.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

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.

He That Will Not When He May, When He Would, He Should Have Nay.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

The Little Birds Have God For Their Caterer.

If Thou Takest Virtue For The Rule Of Life, And Valuest Thyself Upon Acting In All Things Comfortably Thereto, Thou Wilt Have No Cause To Envy Lords And Princes; For Blood Is Inherited, But Virtue Is Common Property, And May Be Acquired By All; It Has, Moreover, An Intrinsic Worth, Which Blood Has Not.

Man Appoints, And God Disappoints.

Journey Over All The Universe In A Map, Without The Expense And Fatigue Of Traveling, Without Suffering The Inconveniences Of Heat, Cold, Hunger, And Thirst.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.

The Very Remembrance Of My Former Misfortune Proves A New One To Me.

One Swallow Alone Does Not Make A Summer.

God Bears With The Wicked, But Not Forever.

Oh Senor" Said The Niece. "your Grace Should Send Them To Be Burned (books), Just Like All The Rest, Because It's Very Likely That My Dear Uncle, Having Been Cured Of The Chivalric Disease, Will Read These And Want To Become A Shepherd And Wander Through The Woods And Meadows Singing And Playing And, What Would Be Even Worse, Become A Poet, And That, They Say, Is An Incurable And Contagious Disease.

But Do Not Give It To A Lawyer's Clerk To Write, For They Use A Legal Hand That Satan Himself Will Not Understand.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

"he Preaches Well That Lives Well," Quoth Sancho, "that's All The Divinity I Can Understand."

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.

Every Tooth In A Man's Head Is More Valuable Than A Diamond.

Be Slow Of Tongue And Quick Of Eye.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.

I Can Tell Where My Own Shoe Pinches Me.

Tis The Only Comfort Of The Miserable To Have Partners In Their Woes.

Liberty, As Well As Honor, Man Ought To Preserve At The Hazard Of His Life, For Without It Life Is Insupportable

Alas! All Music Jars When The Soul's Out Of Tune.

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

Death Of A Friend

Proverbs Are Short Sentences Drawn From Long Experience.

Hunger Is The Best Sauce In The World.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

A Knowledge Of Thyself Will Preserve Thee From Vanity.

Since We Have A Good Loaf, Let Us Not Look For Cheesecakes.

The Stomach Carries The Heart, And Not The Heart The Stomach.

There Is A Remedy For Everything But Death; Who, In Spite Of Our Teeth, Will Take Us In His Clutches.

He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

There Is Also This Benefit In Brag, That The Speaker Is Unconsciously Expressing His Own Ideal. Humor Him By All Means, Draw It All Out, And Hold Him To It.

We Must Not Stand Upon Trifles.

Make It Thy Business To Know Thyself, Which Is The Most Difficult Lesson In The World

Personal Knowledge

Sing Away Sorrow, Cast Away Care.

I Must Speak The Truth, And Nothing But The Truth.

Speak The Truth

One Of The Effects Of Fear Is To Disturb The Senses And Cause Things To Appear Other Than What They Are.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.

With Life Many Things Are Remedied.

Death Eats Up All Things, Both The Young Lamb And Old Sheep; And I Have Heard Our Parson Say, Death Values A Prince No More Than A Clown.

A Knight Errant Who Turns Mad For A Reason Deserves Neither Merit Nor Thanks. The Thing Is To Do It Without Cause

Our Greatest Foes, And Whom We Must Chiefly Combat, Are Within.

For If He Like A Madman Lived; At Least He Like A Wise One Died.

For Me Alone Don Quixote Was Born And I For Him. His Was The Power Of Action, Mine Of Writing.

Tell Me What Company Thou Keepest And I'll Tell Thee What Thou Art.

Tis An Old Saying, The Devil Lurks Behind The Cross. All Is Not Gold That Glitters. From The Tail Of The Plough, Bamba Was Made King Of Spain; And From His Silks And Riches Was Rodrigo Cast To Be Devoured By The Snakes.

The Eating. By A Small Sample We May Judge Of The Whole Piece.

Make It Thy Business To Know Thyself, Which Is The Most Difficult Lesson In The World. Yet From This Lesson Thou Will Learn To Avoid The Frog's Foolish Ambition Of Swelling To Rival The Bigness Of The Ox.

A Good Name Is Better Than Bags Of Gold.

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

Fortune Leaves Always Some Door Open To Come At A Remedy.

Be Not Under The Dominion Of Thine Own Will; It Is The Vice Of The Ignorant, Who Vainly Presume On Their Own Understanding.

Great Persons Are Able To Do Great Kindnesses.

Treason Pleases, But Not The Traitor.

Love Is A Power Too Strong To Be Overcome By Anything But Flight.

Urgent Necessity Prompts Many To Do Things, At The Very Thoughts Of Which They Perhaps Would Start At Other Times.

Honesty Is The Best Policy, I Will Stick To That. The Good Shall Have My Hand And Heart, But The Bad Neither Foot Nor Fellowship. And In My Mind, The Main Point Of Governing, Is To Make A Good Beginning.

Beware, Gentle Knight - The Greatest Monster Of Them All Is Reason.

Knowing Who You Are

Leap Out Of The Frying Pan Into The Fire.

Digo, Paciencia Y Barajar. What I Say Is, Patience, And Shuffle The Cards.

History Is In A Manner A Sacred Thing, So Far As It Contains Truth; For Where Truth Is, The Supreme Father Of It May Also Be Said To Be, At Least, Inasmuch As Concerns Truth.

Reading Don Quixote Can Be Compared To An Indefinite Visit From Your Most Impossible Senior Relative, With All His Pranks, Dirty Habits, Unstoppable Reminiscences, And Terrible Cronies. When The Experience Is Over, And The Old Boy Checks Out At Last (on Page 846 - The Prose Wedged Tight, With No Breaks For Dialogue), You Will Shed Tears All Right; Not Tears Of Relief Or Regret But Tears Of Pride. You Made It, Despite All That 'don Quixote' Could Do.

Urgent Necessity Prompts Many To Do Things.

A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies.

Where Envy Reigns Virtue Can't Exist, And Generosity Doesn't Go With Meanness.

You Are A King By Your Own Fireside, As Much As Any Monarch In His Throne.

There Are Men That Will Make You Books, And Turn Them Loose Into The World, With As Much Dispatch As They Would Do A Dish Of Fritters.

It Seldom Happens That Any Felicity Comes So Pure As Not To Be Tempered And Allayed By Some Mixture Of Sorrow.

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 Feeling.

There Is Remedy For All Things Except Death - Don Quixote De La Mancha

A Private Sin Is Not So Prejudicial In This World, As A Public Indecency.

"from What I Have Seen Here," Remarked Sancho, "justice Is So Good A Thing That Even Robbers Find It Necessary."

Fortune May Have Yet A Better Success In Reserve For You And They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

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