There is no book so bad...that it does not have something good in it.
Sancho Panza by name is my own self, if I was not changed in my cradle.
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.
Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them.
Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.
There were no embraces, because where there is great love there is often little display of it.