I shall be as secret as the grave.

For me alone Don Quixote was born and I for him. His was the power of action, mine of writing.

'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.

Pray, look better, sir... those things yonder are no giants, but windmills.

Folly is wont to have more followers and comrades than discretion.

Never meddle with play-actors, for they're a favoured race.

It is the part of a wise man to keep himself today for tomorrow, and not to venture all his eggs in one basket.