Time ripens all things; no man is born wise.

Translation from one language to another is like viewing a piece of tapestry on the wrong side where though the figures are distinguishable yet there are so many ends and threads that the beauty and exactness of the work is obscured.

Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.

Tell me what company thou keepest and I'll tell thee what thou art.

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.

They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains. - Cervantes

In the night all cats are gray.