Though Gods attributes are equal, yet his mercy is more attractive and pleasing in our eyes than his justice.

I do not believe that the Good Lord plays dice.

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.

Patience and shuffle the cards.

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

When God sends the dawn, he sends it for all.

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