Nothing flows from her, vile rabble.

Miguel de Cervantes

Miguel de Cervantes

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: Spanish

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Plunge, scoundrel, rogue, monster—for such I take thee to be—plunge, I say, into the mare magnum of their histories; and if thou shalt find that any squire ever said or thought what thou hast said now, I will let thee nail it on my forehead, and give me, over and above, four sound slaps in the face.

To attain the impossible, one must attempt the absurd.

What covers you discovers you.

Why do you lead me a wild-goose chase?

A girl who seemed about sixteen years old, dressed in travelling clothes, and so marvellously beautiful and graceful that everyone was dazzled by the sight of her and, if they hadn't seen Dorotea, Luscinda and Zoraida at the inn, they'd have believed it next to impossible to find another comparable beauty.

The dogs bark because we gallop.

God bears with the wicked, but not forever.

So he went on stringing together these and other absurdities, all in the style of those his books had taught him, imitating their language as well as he could; and all the while he rode so slowly and the sun mounted so rapidly and with such fervour that it was enough to melt his brains if he had any.

Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best.

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.

Love is influenced by no consideration, recognizes no restraints of reason, and is of the same nature as death, that assails alike the lofty palaces of kings and the humble cabins of shepherds; and when it takes entire possession of a heart, the first thing it does is to banish fear and shame from it.

Love is invisible, and comes in and goes out as he likes, without anyone calling him to account for what he does.

Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.

It seems to me a hard case to make slaves of those whom God and nature have made free.