The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.

Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within.

It is impossible for good or evil to last forever; and hence it follows that the evil having lasted so long, the good must be now nigh at hand.

Give the devil his due.

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.

there are many hours and minutes between now and tomorrowand in any one of them-even in a minute,the house falls

It is courage that vanquishes in war, and not good weapons.